26 May 2002 No time for pretty words or that warm fuzzy feeling. Life must go on as always. The day approaches quickly when I will sit the entire day and wonder all about you. Here it comes fast, swift just days away. I have continued my search, phone calls to strangers I do not know, letters to be sent in hopes that one will be sent back. Time spreads vast in front of me and yet I still wonder what you may have had to offer. How would my mother's, aunts' and uncles' lives be different? Would I be me, would I exist. Would all the decisions that were made by others still stand, or would they be different, improved in some way? Would you still have passed before my birth? Would you be here now to see me reenlist? See my children as they grow? No matter what others may say, I still stand that you are that man. The one that was there when it counted. You saved them all, and until the time that I see you again, all that I ask is for that one person out there to write, it won't hurt, I just want a picture of the man that my mother called father, the one I never got a chance to see, bounce on his knee. With all the repressed love of your granddaughter true, I love you and I swear that I always will. Kathleen Lynnette, Mark Edmond and Drina Gwen We love you wherever your soul rests... 12 Jan 2006 My dearest grandfather, I have made a decent life for myself. I have made both good and bad decisions, some that I regret and some that I do not. A time of great change is coming in my life and I ask for your love, help and support. I know that you are not physically here to give these to me, but I would like to think that wherever your soul is resting that you can see me, and help me. I have decided to follow not just my heart but my head and move out of the state. I will be moving to Minnesota. I am actually very happy in that I hope that this will bring me closer to you and hopefully enable me to visit your hometown at some point to try and find some of your family. I have tried as hard as I can, sent many letters, made countless phone calls, and all in hopes of finding some of your family. I miss the love that you were not able to give to me. It was stolen away by a war that no one wanted. My mom always told me that she remembered playing Barbies with her sister when the notification officer came. Grandpa, she knew what was happening, she'd seen it before and didn't want it to be true. She tied to send him away, to tell him that he had the wrong house. I love you Kate, Mark and Drina From his grand-daughter, Kathleen L Harris I watched the flag pass by one day, It fluttered in the breeze. A young Marine saluted it, And then he stood at ease.. I looked at him in uniform So young, so tall, so proud, With hair cut square and eyes alert He'd stand out in any crowd. I thought how many men like him Had fallen through the years. How many died on foreign soil, How many mothers' tears? How many pilots' planes shot down? How many died at sea? How many foxholes were soldiers' graves? No, freedom isn't free. I heard the sound of "Taps" one night, When everything was still, I listened to the bugler play And felt a sudden chill. I wondered just how many times That "Taps" had meant "Amen," When a flag had draped a coffin. Of a brother or a friend. I thought of all the children, Of the mothers and the wives, Of fathers, sons and husbands With interrupted lives. I thought about a graveyard At the bottom of the sea, Of unmarked graves in Arlington. No, freedom isn't free. 22 Apr 2007 Hope risen so high Only to fall once again One day I'll get there One day you I will see Until then, famous stolen words for thee Day is done, gone the sun, From the hills, from the lake, From the sky. All is well, safely rest, God is nigh. Go to sleep, peaceful sleep, May the soldier or sailor, God keep. On the land or the deep, Safe in sleep. Love, good night, Must thou go, When the day, And the night Need thee so? All is well. Speedeth all To their rest. Fades the light; And afar Goeth day, And the stars Shineth bright, Fare thee well; Day has gone, Night is on. Thanks and praise, For our days, 'Neath the sun, Neath the stars, 'Neath the sky, As we go, This we know, God is nigh. - Taps - From his grandaughter, Kathleen Lynnette Harris 910B Dryden Ave, Copperas Cove, Texas 76522 kateamajig1205@yahoo.com

 

18 May 2007 SFC George William Harris was my father. He also received the Bronze Star with "V" for Valor for his selfless actions the week before his life was taken from him. From his son, John Rusty Harris rusty.harris@coherentinc.com

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