I saw a picture of the vehicle on the news. There was nothing left. At least I know George didn't suffer.
I am proud. He gave the ultimate gift, his life. He died doing what he wanted to do.
They didn't have to say a word. I knew what it was. But they said it anyway, because they have to. They told me my son was gone.
I'm getting them out of here for a while.
He told me that every day people shoot at him. Those were the people he was trying to free and protect.
We kept the tree up for him, but I had my boys take it out back. Christmas is over. He died fighting for somebody's freedom he didn't even know.
She's the oldest daughter - my oldest now.
They are good children. All of them. It hasn't been easy, but that's a fact of life.
In them I just said, 'I love you. Please be careful. Please be careful . . .' But I never got to mail them. I never got to give him his Christmas presents, either.
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