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Tammie

About Me


This layout was made with TLC by LovingMyMilitary .Being a Marine's mom is a complex affair. There are no instructions to help her prepare. When her son joins the Corps, part of her does too. While he gets the best training, she'll be stumbling through. Her son will be pleased when he hears he'll deploy, But the news for her triggers anguish, not joy. Once his boots hit the ground in a danger zone, She'll become fixed to her e-mail and cell phone.Each day a new worry will torment her heart. Each day she will struggle to make it depart. Her faith will be tested like never before, Yet her role will beckon her to stretch and explore.She learns that Marines spend their birthdays away, For if they are on duty, then it's there they must stay. In fact, no holiday is a reason to send her boy back, So she prays for them all - from Afghanistan to Iraq.She has no idea when she'll see him again, So she learns how to occupy her days until then. It's a waste to spend time on fear and trepidation, So she digs in her heels and finds inspiration!In time this mother, who once knew not a thing Of what having a Marine in the family would bring, Will find courage and tenacity down deep inside. And in other Marine moms she'll learn to confide.Being a Marine's mom is a privilege that's rare. There is no other duty by which to compare. When her son joins the Corps, the change is forever. In due course, she'll embrace this awesome endeavor.I'm a Marine's mom, I'm proud to say. Since he left for boot camp, I've come a long way. My boy who left home is now a strong man. A Marine who will see combat in Iraq or Afghanistan.I, too, am stronger and there's one reason why: The steadfast support of my "chief ally." If your son becomes one of the proud and the few, Put your faith in God: He'll see you both through.

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I have not lost my son. Like so many mothers have. The fear of losing him is with me. The fear, the pride, the dread. My son is a United Sates Marine. Like I know so many sons, and daughters are. He called me just last night. He is ready, even willing to fight for me, for you, for us. My son, my only son, was born to me just twenty short years ago. He was and still is all boy, no fear, always brave. Was he born this way for a reason? Was he born to help save us all? For me, for you, for us. But there is no other man I would rather have fighting this war. For me for you, for us, My son, my only son. No fear, always brave. Ready and Willing to fight. For me, for you, and for US. Author Unknown

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