Letters From Home

Inspired by the John Michael Montgomery song and a mom's post on another great blog
I have started a new grass roots effort to send a box or two or three or however many boxes of letters, cards, emails etc etc to the Alpha Co of 150 CEB Mississippi National Guard... I know that alot of the guys and gals get mail but it just pains my heart that some may not! I want to send enough mail that on at least one day EVERYONE will receive a piece of mail! If you are interested in helping in this endeavor just drop a note to

Letters From Home
C/O Tracye Prewitt
352 Marian Lane
Vicksburg, MS 39183

or email me at

dogsrule@earthlink.net

Thanks a ton! And I know the soldiers appreciate your love and support! They also covet your prayers! Please pray that all these brave men and women get home safe! And pray for the families who await their return. For those who are traveling to and from R& R we pray for your safe travel! And for the families who have lost loved ones we love you and you are held up in our thoughts and prayers daily! We appreciate your loved one and what they did for our country!

Letters From Home
John Michael Montgomery

My dearest love it’s almost dawn I been lying here all night long wonderin’ where you might be I saw your momma and I showed her the ring man on the television said some things, so I couldn't sleep but I'll be all right I'm just missin' you and this is me kissing you X's and O's, in a letter from home I hold it up and show my buddies like we ain't scared and are boots ain't muddy and they all laugh cause she calls me honey but they take it hard, cause I don't read the good parts I fold it up and put it in my shirt pick up my gun and get back to work and it keeps me drivin’ on waitin on, letters from home Dear son I know I ain't written and sitting here tonight alone in the kitchen it occurs to me I might not have said it so I'll say it now son you make me proud I hold it up and show my buddies like we ain't scared and are boots ain't muddy but no one laughs, cause there ain't nothing funny when a soldier cries and I just wipe my eyes I fold it up and put it in my shirt pick up my gun and get back to work and it keeps me drivin’ on waitin on, letters from home