1Lt Robert A Seidel

     Tribute To My Father

He would watch us, his eyes filled with worry and pride Two sons of my father, my brother
and I Deep down we knew he would always be there To protect us and shield us from all
life’s despair And as we’ve grown older I know he must yield To a duty that only a father
must feel To watch over his sons though they’ve grown to be men And to offer us guidance
every now and again And I know he must ask of the Lord as he prays Watch over my boys
if today is my day. Now cloaked under the darkness of a soft desert sky I feel a strange
likeness between my father and I For now I’m a father to thirty young men Related only
through the blood that we’ve shed And they look up to me to lead them through the fight
For we know not what awaits us this cold desert night But I’ve vowed to protect them and
bring them all home So may I find strength in the courage they’ve shown And like my father
I ask the Lord as I pray Watch over my boys if today is my day.

 Written in the Iraqi Desert by: 1LT Robert A. Seidel, III