I have many family who have fought for my country, my uncel is about to be sent on his thrid tour, this is for you Uncel Chris.

Every night,

in my prayers,

I pray to see

you there.

Laughing, and laughing,

making me cry,

we learn to not to fight.

We fly that flag mightily proud,

with that sticker on our car,

We're proud of our soldier.

We love you more and more,

as your needed father, father,

we miss you so much,

my uncle soldier.

The End

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