I could make this into a very long post, but I will keep it brief and let the quote’s elegant simplicity speak for itself. I dedicate it, with a profound sorrow and heartfelt respect, to children—and their soldier-fathers who have fallen in battle:
They are the Gold Star children, war’s innocent victims, and their pain shimmers across the years pure and undimmed. They pass through life with an empty room in their hearts where a father was supposed to live and laugh and love.
All their lives they listen for the footstep that will never fall, and long to know what might have been.
- Joseph L. Galloway, in We Were Soldiers Once… and Young