To my sisters-in-arms,
I realize that some of you will be spending Thanksgiving alone this year, and this letter is aimed mainly at you.
I want you to know that I feel your pain. I know what it's like to be separated from the one you love most of all for the holidays. I know what it is to exchange whispered 'happy thanksgivings' down a monitored telephone line, to come to hate the operator who cuts in and tell you that you have one minute remaining, forcing you to say goodbyes and so longs that you're simply not ready to say yet. I know what it is to sit at a table, alone with your children, and have each of them cry because their daddy isn't there to eat with them...to have your youngest ask you with tears rolling down his cheeks whether his daddy will get to eat turkey and pie too.
I want you to know how thankful I am that you have taken on this burden so that me and mine can have our loved one home this year. I promise you that one year (probably next year) I will do the same for you. All I ask in return is that you remember me as I have remembered you.
I want you to feel proud of yourselves and the cause that you are supporting. Without us, our men couldn't go and do what their country requires them to do. We are the backbone of the military, we give them to strength to complete the mission. It's thoughts of us that carry them through the dark days of lonliness...some days, all they live for is to come home and see us again, to be wrapped up in our arms and our love. Be proud of yourselves, be proud of your men. I'm proud of you, America is proud of you. I went out wearing an Air Force sweatshirt today and was stopped 3 times by people who asked if my husband was in the service and then thanked me for what we do. People ARE proud of you, they DO appreciate what you do, despite what Ms Sheehan and her posse would have you believe.
I want you to feel your pain. I want you to cry if you need to. Don't hide your pain, don't sit on it. You won't achieve anything by that except more pain and misery. Let it out, share how you're feeling with someone. Email me, and I'll call you and you can lean on me...my shoulders are broad and I can share your load.
As a sit down to eat tomorrow, hopefully with my husband at my side, I will give thanks for you and your sacrifice.
I won't forget. I promise.