wats goin on back home. i feel old. i feel irresponsible. when u were my age u were raisin a little boy. u put shoes on his feet, got him dressed every morning. made him dinner every nite. u would wipe your tears before he got home from school and put that smile on when he got home so he would think u were happy. u took him out for ice cream instead of getting your hair done. mama, we struggled for 19 years and from the bottom of my foundation im tellin u how i feel and i love u...
This email was sent to me on Tue 9/16/08 4:42 PM from my son Josephus at Camp Taji Iraq 2008
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