You seek ryhme and reason,

yet there is no "why."

Truth seems to have eluded you.

You came calling,

looking for answers I was not sure of.

You awoke startled and unnerved.

A beautiful night,

stars blazing,

sky jet black,

no moon to illuminate shadows.

This town once seemed like home,

full of life and laughter,

now sits silently still.

All of her sons have gone

to defend a thin fragile line,

a line drawn in the sand.

Those young men and women prepare,

for what we hope to avoid.

Go back home, I told you,

say a prayer, and climb into bed.

Sleep peacefully for him,

for he shall not rest.

Thousands of miles away,

weapon at hand,

he is watching over that line.

Tonight your son stands,

for your freedom, and mine.

11/17/2002