Posted on 05/08/2007 11:18:33 PM PDT by debbieargel
An inspiration to all of us.
Many heartfelt thanks.
God Bless You
God bless you. Many prayers offered up.
Where do such good men come from? God Bless you, his widow and his son.
May the peace and comfort that comes from God be with you. No doubt, Derek is with him at this hour. Prayers will be lifted up for you and his wife and young child, and the rest of your family.
I feel badly that people like Nancy Pelosi, Harry Reid and Dick Durbin can say things that may be hurtful to you. I can only promise that I will do my very best to get after these cowards.
Your son knew the right thing to do. He knew how difficult and dangerous it was and he did it anyway. Thank you for bringing such a child into the world and making him into such a man. God bles him for protecting our country and my family, including my beautiful children.
God bless you and God bless your beloved son.
“No one has greater love than this, to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.” John 15:13
I also love your son Derek , and I have never met him.
We are blessed by men like Derek who place themselves physically between us, and those who would harm us. It is man's highest calling, blessed by God.
I wish I could express my feelings to you better. We are more than grateful, we are spiritually honored by Derek.
Please take care Debbie, and know that our hearts are with you.
Many Americans hold him, and you, close to our hearts.
This morning at 6:42am, I cried.
I honor your son's memory. I honor your resolve to continue to love our great country. God bless you, Debbie. I am so sorry for your loss.
God Bless you, your son and all the families of loved ones who have made the ultimate sacrifice.
Your son deserved leadership that is willing to crush our enemies by whatever means is required.
Once my country was liberated by the same men like your son. So therefor I cried too. God bless you and Derek.
I always have to remember this text when I see such things:
Why Are You Marching, Son?
Why Are You Marching, Son? I’d really like to know!
Is it because of Valley Forge, or perhaps the Alamo?
Or, “One if by land—two if by sea,”
A trumpet’s call...the will to be free?
And what of a man who stood straight and tall,
Who wept silent tears when he saw brave men fall?
No matter—no difference—the blue or the gray,
All were his brothers...how often he’d pray.
And what of Antietam—that now peaceful stream
Where the water, blood-red, glittered and gleamed?
Appomattox...Chickamauga..Vicksburg...Bull Run...
Cumberland...Gettysburg...and then Washington.
Why Are You Marching, Son?
In Flanders Fields, how proud were they
Whose forms beneath the poppies lay.
Men who saw Verdun...
And died at the Marne...Soissons...
And those who tried the fearful foe at Chateau-Thierry,
Who fought and bled...whose hearts grew weary,
But in whose minds one thought kept churning—
That the torch of liberty keep burning.
Why Are You Marching, Son?
The planes swarmed in, and the rising sun
Glowed fiercely on the evil done
To men whose blood runs through our veins,
Men who died, and whose remains
Life forever locked in waters deep.
Now, is it right that they should sleep
While the warm sea laps at a twisted hull
And see the torch of liberty grow dull?
Anzio...Cassino...and the Po!
St. Mere Eglise...Le Mans...St. Lo!
Gardelegen...Buchenwald...
On and on the roll is called!
And why?...Why Are You Marching, Son?
Bugles shrilled in the frozen night,
And at first dawn, the awful sight
Of seas of men...row after row,
Left to die on blood-stained snow!
Pusan...Pyongyang...Suwan...Kyongju!
And blood-red ran the swift Yalu!
In South Vietnam the big guns roared,
And once again we fought a war
To honor a pledge our nation gave
To help that little country save
Her people from the certainty
That she’d be ruled by tyranny.
No matter where the big guns roar,
Our fighting men, like those before,
Take the torch we all hold dear
And face freedom’s enemies without fear.
Our fathers died from sea to sea,
And blessed the torch of liberty.
Why?...Why Are You Marching, Son?
Your son and your entire family are in my thoughts and prayers. May God bless you!
There is nothing I can say or do to ease your pain but know this, you are not alone.
Ma’am, may G-d bless you and protect your son’s widow and his young boy. We all pray for your comfort. We all honor your dear brave son.
God bless you and your son, ma’am, from an old USAF veteran. Every time I hear of the loss of our young warriors, it causes my throat to constrict with emotion. May God welcome them into His arms.
it is people like you who built this country to be such a great nation...you are in our thoughts and prayers...and we shall be forever a grateful nation to your son’s and to your sacrifice on our behalf. God bless you and thank you
You are a courageous mom. I appreciate your son’s sacrifice and now yours. God bless you.
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