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An 8 year old's perspective about her dad in Iraq. |
| Daddy, why 'd you go? I saw you leave on a bus in a camouflage uniform. I remember that much. Daddy, will you write to me? I await your letters, hoping that they continue to come. I worry that much. Daddy, when are you coming home? I watch Momma cry when she talks to you on the phone. I see that much. Daddy, will you ever be home again to shoot hoops with me? I wish I could play basketball with you in the driveway. I know that much. Daddy, are you coming home? I see men on the news wearing the same clothes that you do who won't. I watch that much. Daddy, will you come and wipe away my tears? I cry some nights before I go to bed. I miss you that much. |