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Subject: "I saw your eyes" - May28, 2007

"I Believe in you!"

A message of Hope...stories from the road.

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Dozens of you have written to tell me how sorry you were to hear..."It didn't work." Keith and Sarah are fine, but temporarily feeling the loss. A loss...like actually losing a child and yet, realizing that if we asked God's will in this, we needed to understand..."It didn't work."

Thanks you for your prayers and for sending your comments.

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Perks Pearl of Wisdom

"Faith. Believing even when "it didn't work."

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Bob and Marianne Perks

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"I saw your eyes"
By Bob Perks

I have seen your face a thousand times. Our eyes connected quickly, moving on to the next, still other times they lingered for a while.

No, you wouldn't remember me. We really never met.

But those eyes pierced my soul. I didn't look at them, I tried desperately to look into them. I wanted to know what you were thinking at that moment. Did you know? You couldn't have, and yet, they warned you ahead of time.

After all it was war.

Perhaps you thought it would be some other guy, "Not me! I going home after this!" you thought.

When I was a kid those soldier boy images flashed across the big screen and I sat in awe of it all. This wide eyed child wanted to be just like you. My friends and I ran along the rail road tracks or down behind the baseball field with thoughts of war and John Wayne's triumphant spirit. It was real in my mind, but just a game all the same.

But not for you.

I can't remember when it suddenly hit me, but it did. All at once I knew. Those eyes I'd seen a thousand times on television news reports or historical documentaries were real. They had names, like Joe, Fred, and Bill. Becky, Judith and Ann Marie. This wasn't the movies.

Some were running, diving to the ground. Others lying there motionless, lifeless. John Wayne wasn't in this scene, you were heroes now.

I saw your eyes and behind them I knew there were mothers, fathers, wives and husbands somewhere back home, like Brooklyn, Scranton, Mill Creek, or Little Rock. Perhaps there were children waiting, too.

In awkward moments waving at the camera, cheering, thumbs up, happy times, I looked into your eyes and thought, "He doesn't know...right then, he thought he'd make it ought of there."

The narrator says, "More than a thousand men were lost in this battle!" "More than 60% of these men would die the next day."

This was history captured on film and you are history now. Down the road a bit that day, perhaps just hours, maybe weeks after they caught you smiling for the camera, you were gone.

On this Memorial Day, I want you to know that am grateful to you for your sacrifice.

I never met you.

But, I want you to know I saw your eyes.

I encourage you to share my stories but I do ask that you keep my name and

contact information with my work.

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I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough "Hello's" to get you through the final "Goodbye."