It all began witha song.
A song my mother used to sing to me every night before I went to bed. It went something like this:
Star oh star, How far away you are. Leading a soldier boy home. Star so bright, Lighting up the night sky. Please bring my soldier boy home. I'll sing on high, The name of your light, Just guide my soldier boy home. My love, true love, star help my love, and bring my soldier boy home. Bring my soldier boy home. Bring the men marching home.
She used to sing it when my father was away fighting in the war.
That summer of my fourth year, he of course came marching home. He'd lift me up on his shoulders and march me around the house.
My mother would always thank God for putting that star in the sky. She said that because of God my dad had come home.
I believe her.
And eight years later that same star would bring my own soldier boy marching home.
The boy that everyone said was dead.
No.
He came marching home. He came back for me. From that day I on I knew that he would always find me, no matter where I was. I still believe that today.
My soldier boy will bring me marching home.
-Ella
A song my mother used to sing to me every night before I went to bed. It went something like this:
Star oh star, How far away you are. Leading a soldier boy home. Star so bright, Lighting up the night sky. Please bring my soldier boy home. I'll sing on high, The name of your light, Just guide my soldier boy home. My love, true love, star help my love, and bring my soldier boy home. Bring my soldier boy home. Bring the men marching home.
She used to sing it when my father was away fighting in the war.
That summer of my fourth year, he of course came marching home. He'd lift me up on his shoulders and march me around the house.
My mother would always thank God for putting that star in the sky. She said that because of God my dad had come home.
I believe her.
And eight years later that same star would bring my own soldier boy marching home.
The boy that everyone said was dead.
No.
He came marching home. He came back for me. From that day I on I knew that he would always find me, no matter where I was. I still believe that today.
My soldier boy will bring me marching home.
-Ella