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By Kimberly Green

--Fort Smith, AR

Thirty years have come and gone

Since you deployed

With your desert ruck on.

2 August 1990

Iraq invaded Kuwait.

Saddam just laughed;

He sealed his own fate.

Days turned into months

And now months have turned Into years.

I still hear your voice

Even though you are not here.

Your desert storm uniform

You wore when you were young

Lies in a chest.

When I’m gone it goes to our sons.

And the love letters

Sealed with string 

Lie together 

Underneath our wedding rings.

Memories are all there is now

For life is gone.

But the soul never dies;

It forever lives on.

So I give you this Christmas,

Not something bought in a store.

I give you my love

Which lives in the heart--not stuffed in a drawer.