As the phone calls started coming
Full of worry, fret, and fright
An immense panic surged my body
On that cold December night
I tried to find the composure needed
To search for the words to speak
I knew I must pick back up the phone
Though my soul felt heavy and weak
I had to find out if my love
Was one of those who died
Knowing that the men were all his own
Oh, all I could do was cry
When I got recognition
The worry faded to sorrow
Although my love was still safe
His friends would not see tomorrow
I thought of their fathers and mothers
Their children and their wives
As they mourn the heroes
Who had to give their lives
The tears rushed from my eyes
And covered my forlorn face
Remembering my own Marine
His kiss and his embrace
Those families now suffer
As Christmas time comes near
They'll have to find the strength
To make it passed their tears
My heart remains beside them
Knowing only how it felt that it could be
My own loved one that died that day
Oh, if he was taken from me...
Ten more candles will be lit this year
Prayers lifted in their name
To tell our Marines we love them
And they did not die in vain.
~Dedicated to the Marines who died in Iraq that were from the base in Twentynine Palms, and the men still fighting each day from the same base, including my own~
