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South Tama Veterans Day program and a poem - "Tears"

November 14, 2013
Toledo Chronicle, Tama News-Herald

Letter to the Editor:

Once again the STC students and staff presented a Veteran's Day Program we can all be proud of.

Freedom has and always will come with a cost.

Now, I would like to share a story with you.

The year is 2006, the place is Fort Riley, Kansas. After having served a tour in Iraq, a tour in Afghanistan, and a tour in Saudi Arabia, my son-in-law has just received orders to return to Afghanistan. My granddaughter at this time, is four years old and her name is Alexis. My son-in-law Cpt. Steve C. Murty a meda Vac helicopter pilot has taken Alexis aside and is trying to explain to her his duties as a member of the Armed Forces. How he must fulfill these duties and leave his family once again. After several questions, she finally asks, "why can't I just go with you daddy?"

These types of sacrifices are made everyday by members of our Armed Forces and their families. As a Veteran myself, Veteran's Day always brings memories back. Some good, some not so good. A special thank you to William H. Harff Jr. killed 4-28-68 in Vietnam and his brother Craig R. Harff killed 12-28-68 in Korea. Given their all for our freedom.

Freedom, we all enjoy everyday. Thanks to my son-in-law and many others. Steve is currently serving overseas Steve and Tracy have 2 daughters, Alexis 12 and Tally 9, they live in Alabama.

Here is a poem my daughter Tracy wrote. Thought I'd share it with you, It's called "Tears"

Alan Landuyt


Tears by Tracy Murty

I went ahead and let them fall today.

I didn't try to hold them back or push them away.

There sometimes there when I'm feeling blue.

But mostly when I'm missing you.

I've been letting them build up a little too long.

It's been a slow process since you've been gone.

They've been there a while, I've barely held them in.

But its gotten to be too much so I decided to give in.

I didn't sob, I didn't bawl

I just quietly sat there and let them fall.

They flowed for awhile, down my face

And I sat there, thinking...trying to embrace

Just what were my feelings and throughts deep inside?

All the issues and stresses were starting to collide.

And in that moment my child came by

She asked me, "Mommy, why do you cry?"

I told her, "Mommy's too sometimes get sad."

"Honey, I'm just missing your dad."

And then as I stood and wiped the tears from my eyes.

I thought to myself, "I can handle it, I'm a military wife."



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