I picked my phone ringing past 3 o'clock in the afternoon on the 2nd day of May 2005, "Hello.
Miss Deen you have to be strong, Lieutenant Yandog is dead.
" The world suddenly stopped revolving, "No.
God, that's not true...
" until my voice is nowhere to hear.
There was no single reckoning that will bring me back to my senses at that moment yet I managed to be still.
Time goes on and I paused looking up, "Had I not been told what I was going to face when death suddenly took my love from me?" I have gone so far and fought bloody scuffles.
At the peak of losing my last breath, my love found me and I savored glory.
I must know, GOD lent to me his precious life and he loved me eternally.
His stay with me was short yet long enough for us to have known what is love beyond compare.
Everything is dust in the wind.
Perhaps, as I dramatically evolve in this envious environ caged into traditional back-clogs and historical hang-over paying those cavernous debt I never owed, neither am I a jubilant saga nor a defeated coward in the battle of life.
The courage within is trimmed by my few standing principles furthered by him with his some preferred mandatory yet tender-clothed commands.
Even when death taunted my door taking my late beloved, the humble yearning of getting into the service isn't abrogated but rather revived in a resounding state.
I had been tough but he taught me how to be capable and unyielding, that his eternal love for me would be enough now that he is gone.
Loving an army man offered me a deeper understanding of my long-timed passion to the military service.
It widens my sense of appreciation to our heroes ahead.
It is a kind of candor that only a few can fathom and only those strong-willed can stand with.
Loving is not all about pieces of roses but it is more on being firmly courageous.
Should I say, "A woman's true mettle is to sleep with the shadow of death, as her army man is engaged in an outstanding encounter knitting breath and grave as one silhouette, in every beat of her heart yet keeping her faith strong enough to stand the terrifying nightmares in the name of love.
"This is one of the sacrifices that a woman must endure by faith in loving her army man.
He was a blue-blooded army officer, a committed scout ranger, a loving son, a sympathetic fellow, and a dyed-in-the-wool faithful sweetheart.
I have felt his profundity being an army.
The ricochet of being a MUSANG is merged into his blood.
Although commonly tagged as self-made man, his adoration to his mom and dad is unfading, his fondness and care to the entirety of his kin is reverberating.
He knows the vain of your heart and the throb of your soul, and he feels for you.
"Love, I love you immeasurably.
Only death can take me away from you.
Keep my love always.
" I sobbed in delight upon hearing this, the sweetest words that a man can ever enunciates to his woman.
I imagined when he said that he is bringing me home so soon to meet his folks.
He kept his words.
Yes, death found its way over him for everything that cometh must return, and even into that heartrending episode when the world enormously fell into me, he had been true to his promise in bringing me home, until we laid him to rest into his grave as a hero.
He is almost all that I could ask for.
He told me, "Love, you came into my life just when I needed someone to love; the time when I needed you to love me.
You are the perfect woman for me.
" These lines-of-love linger into my sanity and imprinted into my being keeping my joyful sorrow as my strongest bond to him.
He loved me beyond compare.
He died in the name of service to the motherland as a valiant hero, and I died in triumph clinging to the sole fact that his love for me is the most stunning bequest I had been waiting to make me complete.
Miss Deen you have to be strong, Lieutenant Yandog is dead.
" The world suddenly stopped revolving, "No.
God, that's not true...
" until my voice is nowhere to hear.
There was no single reckoning that will bring me back to my senses at that moment yet I managed to be still.
Time goes on and I paused looking up, "Had I not been told what I was going to face when death suddenly took my love from me?" I have gone so far and fought bloody scuffles.
At the peak of losing my last breath, my love found me and I savored glory.
I must know, GOD lent to me his precious life and he loved me eternally.
His stay with me was short yet long enough for us to have known what is love beyond compare.
Everything is dust in the wind.
Perhaps, as I dramatically evolve in this envious environ caged into traditional back-clogs and historical hang-over paying those cavernous debt I never owed, neither am I a jubilant saga nor a defeated coward in the battle of life.
The courage within is trimmed by my few standing principles furthered by him with his some preferred mandatory yet tender-clothed commands.
Even when death taunted my door taking my late beloved, the humble yearning of getting into the service isn't abrogated but rather revived in a resounding state.
I had been tough but he taught me how to be capable and unyielding, that his eternal love for me would be enough now that he is gone.
Loving an army man offered me a deeper understanding of my long-timed passion to the military service.
It widens my sense of appreciation to our heroes ahead.
It is a kind of candor that only a few can fathom and only those strong-willed can stand with.
Loving is not all about pieces of roses but it is more on being firmly courageous.
Should I say, "A woman's true mettle is to sleep with the shadow of death, as her army man is engaged in an outstanding encounter knitting breath and grave as one silhouette, in every beat of her heart yet keeping her faith strong enough to stand the terrifying nightmares in the name of love.
"This is one of the sacrifices that a woman must endure by faith in loving her army man.
He was a blue-blooded army officer, a committed scout ranger, a loving son, a sympathetic fellow, and a dyed-in-the-wool faithful sweetheart.
I have felt his profundity being an army.
The ricochet of being a MUSANG is merged into his blood.
Although commonly tagged as self-made man, his adoration to his mom and dad is unfading, his fondness and care to the entirety of his kin is reverberating.
He knows the vain of your heart and the throb of your soul, and he feels for you.
"Love, I love you immeasurably.
Only death can take me away from you.
Keep my love always.
" I sobbed in delight upon hearing this, the sweetest words that a man can ever enunciates to his woman.
I imagined when he said that he is bringing me home so soon to meet his folks.
He kept his words.
Yes, death found its way over him for everything that cometh must return, and even into that heartrending episode when the world enormously fell into me, he had been true to his promise in bringing me home, until we laid him to rest into his grave as a hero.
He is almost all that I could ask for.
He told me, "Love, you came into my life just when I needed someone to love; the time when I needed you to love me.
You are the perfect woman for me.
" These lines-of-love linger into my sanity and imprinted into my being keeping my joyful sorrow as my strongest bond to him.
He loved me beyond compare.
He died in the name of service to the motherland as a valiant hero, and I died in triumph clinging to the sole fact that his love for me is the most stunning bequest I had been waiting to make me complete.
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