Courage of the Father for Courage of the Son

A son learns many things from his father.  Among the things he learns is courage.  And this courage is not only that which conquers fear.  It is also the courage to be true to oneself and to one’s own inner compass that is the guide as to what is right and what is wrong.  

Today, as we honor all fathers for Father’s Day, we say a special prayer for Bob Bergdahl.  We are inspired by the courage he has shown in his fight to bring Bowe home.  We know, and can see, that his son has learned to be courageous by this same inspiration.

In remembrance of this day, we share with you a little poem about a son learning to be brave.

Father, Son.

The boy watched the ghosts
on the far side of the valley.
There under the black hill. He
stood by the farm gate and
watched. He was his father’s
son, a brave boy. But his
courage failed. He thought
about his father who he
revered. What would he do?
Should he tell his father?
There are ghosts. I’ve seen
them. They flicker and dance

about down there – and I am
so scared. His father had told
him: I believe what I can see
and touch, in what others proved
by bravery, by hard work.

Hard work. And so this was
hard; to go down there in
the dark, down to the river, under
the black hill. The boy set off.
A last look at the house where
his mother read him stories,
where his father ruled the roost
with his clear sight. It rode like
a ship in the night. He headed

for those shifting lights, chill in
the dark, stumbling over clods,
pants soaked by the drag of
lucerne. I can see him still.
When he got to the pigs, heard
them rooting, snuffling – content
in their sty – he almost turned.
He pushed on though, on trembling
legs, heart pounding fast enough
to die. And so he came to where
the ghosts danced – in triumph
ruled. They triumphed round him,

this clear-eyed son. He looked
around. A mile away cars swung
out at the junction, their sweeping
lights touching river mist. Joy.
He could go home. He could go
home, holding his dad’s hand.

                                                       by John Garth Raubenheimer

Armed Forces Day 2012: The Pride of Our Country

We honor all of those who serve America in America’s Armed Forces.


Today as before, our brave do fight
For a land they love, a flag so right
The pride of our country, yes they are
The strength of our nation, best by far
Just as our brave from each war gone by
They march for us proudly, flag held high
From all over this land they come to serve
They’re taught by the best, this they deserve
When troops give their all, the world does see
Whether serving on land, in the air, or at sea
The pride from this country, march through war
With home drawn strength, held deep in their core
Our best are so awesome; their loved ones well know
May God guide their journey where they – for us – go
What these brave must have is support from their own
The love from their people, firm thankfulness shown
Our greatest achievement is that we’re still free
Please take time and ponder who caused this to be
by Roger J. Robicheau

Steadfast is a Mother’s Love; Remembering a very special Blue Star Mom

May 13, 2012, a day we honor Mothers. We, all of us Bowe Supporters, send thoughts of caring and love to one very special Blue Star Mother, Jani Bergdahl. 

Jani, we wish that we could give you the Mother’s Day gift you want more than anything, your son safe in your arms.  If anything is true this is: we, all of us across America, will do everything in our power to assure that this is the last year you will spend Mother’s Day without your son.  May God Bless you and your family every day and with that special day when Bowe returns home.

A Son

A son is a son
wherever he roams
no matter how far
or the years that have flown.

He may test the darkness
to challenge the unknown,
yet he’ll never be less
than your beloved son.

He may take your soul with him
from sea to sea;
but the child of your heart
he will ever be.

Doesn’t matter the distance
or trials he may know,
he is always ‘your son’
wherever he goes.

~ Carolyn Brunelle


Dedicated to Bowe Bergdahl the Adventurer


I have hoisted my sail

To triumph over the tempest

And to contend with unpredictable gales

My destiny is the quest for the unknown

I will never again fear ghost or ghoul

For I am empowered with a zeal to explore the



I press forward

With the fresh power of tenacity and


I will not fear those gory thorns

I will not shrink from the battle

Though teaming with phobia and death

So long as this battle will restore me to life

These are my oars


I begin to row in the midst of the sea

And to find my direction

There beyond the unfathomable depths

The inner voice is calling me

“Why be afraid?

You have a compass in your confidence and


                                  ~ Stranger


2012 – Year of Action and Hope: Bring Bowe Bergdahl home.


Best wishes to all for a happy, healthy and peace-filled New Year.

May 2012 bring Bowe Bergdahl safely home to his family.



every evening

when the sun sets

stars above shimmer

hope will find its way

every storm brewing

gray clouds and wind

the rainbow comes

hope will find its way

every soul saddened

broken from pain

love begins to mend

hope will find its way

every heart frayed

fragile as it seems

will beat stronger

hope will find its way

every fearful tear

seeking a hiding place

peace comes to soothe

hope will find its way

every moment

that seems too long

will lead to comfort

hope will find its way

every spirit existing

is, was, and will always be

able to see the light

hope will find its way

                                                                                                             ~ by M. Angela Mauermann