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Saving Lives Everyday is every day.
The story below highlights a part of Sonia's daily life in Baghdad , Iraq
"The link below takes you to LA Times audio slideshow on combat healthcare and features both our hospital and the Air Force one in Balad. If you see tentage instead of hard walls, that’s not us (it also helps to read the captions to understand what’s happening). This takes a while to download but it’s worth the wait. Turn on your speakers, click on “show captions” and click on “play slideshow”. This is the story of great soldiers saving the lives of heroes."
From: Doyle, Dennis D COL USA 43ASG/10CSH
Monday, March 06, 2006
Was that your smile I saw?
Was that your smile I saw
Streaming across my path
In brilliant beams of yellow warmth?
Was it your shadow I saw
Bounding across my feet
In skittish skipping shadows?
Were robins prancing in the branches
Because winters grip was gasping it’s last
And spring’s morning rise
Was warming my aching shoulders?
What kind of song is this
That the whole of earth in earnest
Yearns for the dawn of spring?
What kind of dance do branches do
When the sweet scent of dawn
Dances while their partner sings?
My dearest dove,
My heart and soul
The one I yearn for
The one I seek each morning break.
I can not help but see your heart
Every waking moment of my life
Even the birds sing your name
As our time approaches.
Yes, my dearest dove,
I yearn for the morning
When I find you resting next to me
Breathing softly in the
Early light of our passion.
Nothing can compare
To the love you share
As you breathe a prayer
Of God’s love there.
I am yours to consume
With every sunrise
As God’s mercy is renewed
And His love is freely given,
So I too imbue freely
All my passion and prose
To you,
My true heart and my song.
Streaming across my path
In brilliant beams of yellow warmth?
Was it your shadow I saw
Bounding across my feet
In skittish skipping shadows?
Were robins prancing in the branches
Because winters grip was gasping it’s last
And spring’s morning rise
Was warming my aching shoulders?
What kind of song is this
That the whole of earth in earnest
Yearns for the dawn of spring?
What kind of dance do branches do
When the sweet scent of dawn
Dances while their partner sings?
My dearest dove,
My heart and soul
The one I yearn for
The one I seek each morning break.
I can not help but see your heart
Every waking moment of my life
Even the birds sing your name
As our time approaches.
Yes, my dearest dove,
I yearn for the morning
When I find you resting next to me
Breathing softly in the
Early light of our passion.
Nothing can compare
To the love you share
As you breathe a prayer
Of God’s love there.
I am yours to consume
With every sunrise
As God’s mercy is renewed
And His love is freely given,
So I too imbue freely
All my passion and prose
To you,
My true heart and my song.
- to my wife and lover Sonia
- March 6, 2006
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