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My upcoming experiment in publishing...
I guess I had to do it. Put some kind of history up so that others down the road can see it after it is history to all of us. When I see a 17 year old with two babies on her lap I don't see me. I wonder who she was/is? I fight back the tears that come to my eyes as I listen to Pink's new song "Dear Mr. President" while staring intently at a picture of my son in uniform. Not knowing what he went through, not feeling what he's felt. But knowing that he does is enough to break my heart at times. I'm one of the lucky ones...he came home. 
I guess I had to do it. Put some kind of history up so that others down the road can see it after it is history to all of us. When I see a 17 year old with two babies on her lap I don't see me. I wonder who she was/is? I fight back the tears that come to my eyes as I listen to Pink's new song "Dear Mr. President" while staring intently at a picture of my son in uniform. Not knowing what he went through, not feeling what he's felt. But knowing that he does is enough to break my heart at times. I'm one of the lucky ones...he came home. 
