TO MY SON, SPC DAVID A. CAMPBELL, JR.
12/4/1979 TO 8/26/ 2009
By: Becky Campbell, A Proud 82nd ABN Mom Always
4/23/2003

So brave you are, so strong and so proud My Freedom fighter where are you now
Amongst the land so far away
Your shoulders pulled back as you fight your way
Into the sand, no light to see
I pray that you will always be
Close to the one that protects us from fear
As I count on him to bring you near
And of the ones that protest those rights
To live our lives, you fight with all might
Just so they can wake up each day
In our land that you’ve made this way
Their tears don’t flow, their hearts torn in half
But, because of my son they still can laugh
Who has given them rights to all end?
You and your comrades who’ll fight at each bend
The things that you’ll see the fear you’ll bear
While all that love you cry many a tear
Who can you count on when you come home?
I will not leave you, you are never alone
As I cry for you each night
I wish you blessed paths so bright
If only others could see what it means
To have a son like you are to me
Not knowing just where or how safe you are now
The tears they won’t stop I just don’t know how
To keep you close with me ever in my thoughts
I am so fearful that I’ll lose you for naught.