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Written long ago. The feelings of a widow who lost her husband to war.
The letter was held in a trembling hand
The reflections of the newly widow flew
Like the bullets falling in the storm
She had remembered the day they met
She had loved a man in uniform
His eyes, his mouth, his face, his heart
He shared his love with his country and her only
They shared each day in a dream
They know that their time could be short
So they lived for each moment they could steal
Their passion like fireworks on the Forth of July
Then the time came to give back to the world
To thank God for the blessing of his girl
He dawned his frog suit once more
To take the last leap of his life
She choked back tears as she read it again
The president condemning his destiny
"Your husband was killed in a bloody gunfight"
"He fought for something he loved"
"It is to be said that you were his only true love"
"In the presence of God he muttered his last"
"May God bless my darling wife; the love the size of the world"
"God save America and keep safe the one true thing I love"
"He fought with gallant and he fought with soul"
"He served his country well"
"God has taken another true to the kingdom above"
"For the love and passion in which he kept us safe"
She was crying now as the kissed the wooden box goodbye
He held on to his heart that he would have received
She knew that her man was a true hero; a God sent man
And she could never lose her man in uniform.
She would never lose her guardian angel of the soul.