In
April of 2009, on the way to a VFW meeting right before my husband, COL
(R.) Randy LeCompte, deployed for war, our grand-son, Tristen, who was
then six asked from the back seat, "Nana, how are we going to keep Papa
Randy safe when he goes to war?" I told him we would pray for him that
God would keep him safe, because there was nothing that he and I could
do, we are just human beings. I told him we could pray that God would
send angels to protect him. I firmly believe that the earnest prayers
of that little boy and others have been what has kept my husband safe
for the past almost five years.
My daughter who served for eight years in the United States Army,
married a Soldier. After 9/11 she left the Arm,y worried that she and
her husband might both be deployed at the same time. She now works in
the civilian sector of the Army. Her husband returned from his fifth
overseas deployment back in November. They are both serving in Germany
at this time. Samantha and Gabby are my two grand-daughters who were
born into this military family and have never known anything but the
life of military kids. There are thousands of "military kids," and the
people of our country, and other countries, should see to it that they
do not stand in need of anything while their parent is absent at war.
One of the most defining moments of this conflict for me occurred when
Samantha was about four or five and riding in the backseat of the car
with her cousin Madie as we went to Walmart for things we needed to cook
Thanksgiving dinner. She was sitting quietly in the backseat, and
asked a question that brought home to me the price of war for children
who come from military families. She asked, "Nana, does the enemy have
families too?" I knew I had to answer in honesty, and I replied,"
probably some of them do". Then she asked a question I had no answer
for. She went on to ask, "Nana, if my daddy kills their daddy, who will
take care of them?"
Samantha playing the Army Song at a school program, Ft. Hood, Killeen, Texas
I
have wept many times, for many reasons, as I have thought again of
those questions from such a small child. I have thought of our own
countries' children, the children of Coalition forces from countries
around the world, the children from Iraq and Afghanistan, and yes, the
children of the enemy. What a price these innocents have paid over the
last ten plus years.
It
isn't just the small children of military families that bear the burden
of war. Who more than a young teen needs their father or mother? The
older a child grows, I think the more acutely an absent parent is
missed. The award ceremonies where there is someone glaringly absent
from the audience, the basketball games, the broken hearts, and the
lectures that should sternly be given, fall to only one parent. A phone
call lecture just isn't the same. Nor
is the congratulations offered over the phone, the same as that hug in
person that says, "What a job well done!" The suit picture of prom sent
in an email doesn't feel the same as the kidding and smiling faces of
proud parents as a young man leaves for prom. There are pictures with
mother, but not with father.
There
are even grown children who sacrifice holidays, birthdays, and the
ability to call a parent on their cell phone for advice, or just to
express their love, while a parent serves. As with every age child of
those in military service, some have had a parent return from war never
to be the same again due to injuries sustained. Some see their parent
for the last time in a flag draped coffin. Their sacrifice unnoticed or
forgotten by most of the people that it was made for.
Then
there are the babies... infants born while a parent is at war. I can't
imagine labor and delivery without the father of the child I was
bringing into the world at my side, but there are women in this country,
and in the countries of all those who make up the Coalition Forces who
have done just that. I can vividly imagine however, the thoughts going
through that woman's mind, and the state of her heart. I wrote two
poems about these babies who change everyday, who say their first words,
take their first steps, cry through cutting their first teeth, and grow
each day without the loving gaze of a proud father.
Rock Gently the Cradle Lullaby
Rock gently the cradle of the
Soldier’s baby where he sleeps.
Make certain he has no need that you have resources to meet.
Who would not with his life his
son or daughter defend,
If an enemy stood in plain sight
ready to make that child’s life end?
Somewhere across great oceans a
Soldier tonight,
Stands for his country ready to
fight.
Keeping watch to protect not only
the son he left behind,
He keeps watch too for your son
and mine.
For each of us, our children hold
fast our hearts,
In order for them to grow up in
liberty, someone to war must depart.
Remember the sacrifices of those
left behind and take care should they weep.
Rock gently the cradle of the
Soldier’s baby where he sleeps.
I Came Home to My Daughter
There she lay, so warm, pink, soft, and sweet.
When first we finally did meet.
I saw so much of her mother there in her eyes,
The stamp of my own features on her countenance threatened to make me cry.
Wonder at the first sight of my darling daughter,
Swept my soul, and I knew my life she would forever alter.
Feelings too tender for the battlefield,
In that moment caused all my vigilance briefly to yield.
Then I realized more clearly than ever before,
I was called to war because of an evil good people everywhere deplore.
My newborn child and all the children of the world,
Need those of us in service, the flag of liberty to unfurl.
In my daughter’s face I saw the hope of our world and our nation,
Waiting for her contributions, which true peace will hasten.
I knew that in a land far away, where long I had stood the wall,
Children were seeing first hand our intent in the service of us all.
As they watch, I know they too will learn,
Their own hearts for peace and liberty will come to yearn.
In this the power of the enemy will disappear,
The truth of all our brotherhood will finally do away with all fear.
So though my heart longs to stay,
I will again return to the war zone in just a few short days.
In my mind, images of her gentle beauty,
Will give me strength and bring complete commitment to my sacred duty.
Talking
by phone with my grand-children is always precious time to me. I miss
them more than I can describe. Gabby in particular has such a devotion
for the ministry we conduct at our little place called Soldier's Heart
Ranch. We didn't know when we first purchased the property and
christened it Soldier's Heart Ranch that during the Revolutionary and
the Civil War, Soldiers who suffered from symptoms of PTSD, (post
traumatic stress disorder) were said to be suffering from Soldier's
Heart. We had, by accident, selected a name that would reflect the
cause
we would publicly dedicate our home to Memorial Day, 2012. A statistic
of war that you won't find just everywhere, for the statistics are
managed so that they do not appear all together, but must be assembled
to get the true picture, haunts my mind everyday, and prompts me to
dedicate my life to serving families of the military. In 2010, 462 men
and women gave up their lives in combat, 468 took their own lives. Many
of those Soldiers had children too.
Our
grand-daughters, whose family is stationed in Germany, will not
be able to attend this dedication ceremony, and Gabby is probably the
ranch's biggest fan. When she calls me, (almost daily) all she wants to
talk about is what is going on at the ranch. Today when she
called she wanted to write a poem about the ranch and "military kids."
So I helped her with making her words rhyme, and here are the results.
Read the words of a seven year old child who does not understand well
the
meaning of war, but none the less, has sacrificed for her country.
Someone's father or mother must go, for many of our military are women,
and surely without the defense made by these men and women, none of our
children will know liberty.
Gabby's Poem
Sometimes even a Soldier needs a quiet place to rest,
When he has worked hard and given his best.
Their children at home offer prayers to God above.
Asking Him to send His protection on wings like a dove.
God hears and answers their sweet prayers.
When their petitions are lifted for the fathers who dare.
To face evil enemies who against our country make war.
Freedom and liberty are what they are standing for.
They ask the Heavenly Father their mom or dad to defend,
As the struggle goes on to make the fighting end.
I
In this photo you just have to note that Gabby insisted this day on wearing Papa Randy's boot... all day long.
Being
in a military family involves many sacrifices. The rewards can be
equally fulfilling as well. That happens if the one serving makes the
time and effort to not only live a life of sacrifice and service before
their children, but in that service they carefully communicate the
importance of honor and devotion to sacred duty. The other parent must
also support and be committed to service. That must be evidenced by
both parents lives and all they say and do, as the reason they serve.
There is a special set of skills, a special identity, and the knowledge
of how to live with purpose "above the common man," as General Douglas
MacArthur stated in his most famous speech, that is the reward that
comes to the children of those who truly serve God and country. They
are empowered by the ideals lived before them, rather than being
disadvantaged by the sacrifices required. May God richly bless the
children of those who serve, and may His mercy be with all the children
who live with the reality of war.
Samantha,
Gabby, Brian, and Rebecca, thank you for your many sacrifices for our
country. Brian and Becky, your father and I commend you personally.
You are both persons of courage who have been through much. Thank you,
and we publicly acknowledge all you have given. Samantha and Gabby,
Papa Randy and Nana have watched all you have sacrificed too, you have
both done well. We love you, are proud of you, and hope to see you all
soon.
I have always said Randy is the kind of leader who some would follow anywhere, guess that applies to animals as well. I've got to admit, it made me a little jealous, after all I am here all the time. I feed her, brush her, treat her wounds when she gets cut going over fences, and otherwise spoil her. She just looks at me as though I have lost my mind when I try to get her to get with the program, and do what she knows she is supposed to do. All that had to happen for that to be the case this morning, was for her to get a glimpse of Randy out by the tack barn, and she came rushing home. Pretty awesome to watch actually. What is it about that man? I guess I will just start calling him the horse whisperer. Animals are such
