Written by Mary Anne Abdo
I write the words on paper that only you can give me.
I am sorry that you had to leave.
I am sorry you left this earth in so much pain.
I am sorry that your eyes witnessed war and strife.
I am sorry that the Green Zone was really not a safe haven.
I am sorry scud missiles made you and Maureen run for your lives.
I am sorry that blood filled the Tigris River.
I am sorry that there was no solace in Baghdad.
I am sorry that you lost your American comrades, who were blown
to nothing that day in the barrack’s gym.
I am sorry that your Iraqi interpreters will never be seen again,
in a war they never wanted.
I am sorry that when you came home and had to attend funerals of your comrades who took their lives.
Because the pain of war was too much to fathom…
I am sorry that PTSD was your new normal.
And that nobody really understood.
I am sorry your life became so full of sorrow.
I am sorry it was so unbearable that leaving earth was the only way to stop this madness.
I am eternally grateful that you protected my sister.
I am eternally grateful that you defended this nation.
I am eternally grateful for that you served with honor, distinction and bravery.
I will count you, my dear amongst the five pointed golden stars in the beautiful night sky.
Text © Mary Anne Abdo
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