This Quote(I'am writing on it because you guy's won't) is sooo sad, It really makes me think of what it would be like to have Chris go to war and not make it home. It is very discouraging.
That reminds me of a song from the Civil War that my sisters learned on the piano a long time ago. ----------------------
Just before the battle, mother, I am thinking most of you, While upon the field we're watching With the enemy in view. Comrades brave are 'round me lying, Filled with thoughts of home and God For well they know that on the morrow, Some will sleep beneath the sod.
CHORUS: Farewell, mother, you may never Press me to your breast again, But, oh, you'll not forget me, mother, If I'm numbered with the slain.
Oh, I long to see you, mother, And the loving ones at home, But I'll never leave our banner, Till in honor I can come. Tell the traitors all around you That their cruel words we know, In every battle kill our soldiers By the help they give the foe.
Hark! I hear the bugles sounding, 'Tis the signal for the fight, Now, may God protect us, mother, As He ever does the right. Hear the "Battle-Cry of Freedom," How it swells upon the air, Oh, yes, we'll rally 'round the standard, Or we'll perish nobly there.
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This Quote(I'am writing on it because you guy's won't) is sooo sad, It really makes me think of what it would be like to have Chris go to war and not make it home. It is very discouraging.
2:21 PM
I Do,
Every day.
4:24 PM
That reminds me of a song from the Civil War that my sisters learned on the piano a long time ago.
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Just before the battle, mother,
I am thinking most of you,
While upon the field we're watching
With the enemy in view.
Comrades brave are 'round me lying,
Filled with thoughts of home and God
For well they know that on the morrow,
Some will sleep beneath the sod.
CHORUS:
Farewell, mother, you may never
Press me to your breast again,
But, oh, you'll not forget me, mother,
If I'm numbered with the slain.
Oh, I long to see you, mother,
And the loving ones at home,
But I'll never leave our banner,
Till in honor I can come.
Tell the traitors all around you
That their cruel words we know,
In every battle kill our soldiers
By the help they give the foe.
Hark! I hear the bugles sounding,
'Tis the signal for the fight,
Now, may God protect us, mother,
As He ever does the right.
Hear the "Battle-Cry of Freedom,"
How it swells upon the air,
Oh, yes, we'll rally 'round the standard,
Or we'll perish nobly there.
6:02 AM
That is sooooo Sad, I get all depressed when I hear anything about our soldiers dieing.
10:48 AM
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