It was my hand that caught up the plow my husband let fall when he answered the call at Lexington and Concord. Through the dark years of our country’s birth I fought too, working the land, rearing the children, nursing the sick and wounded. Conservator of the life for which he fought,
For two hundred years; in every armed conflict, I have said good-bye with aching heart and smiling face when my husband went to war. I knew the perilous days of 1812 and suffered the searing agony of the Civil War. Through the holocaust of two World Wars, I waited, lonely and fearful, Yet I never despaired for I knew the stubborn will of the Guardsman. I know the shining courage which makes him so valiant a soldier and I have matched it with my woman’s courage that deals with living not dying, shouldering added responsibilities, holding the family together, bolstering morale. Preserver of the American ideal in a world at war,
In peace, I work beside my civilian soldier to build a better world. I put aside the annoyances of drill weekends and camp periods for I know that these make him the bone and sinew of our country’s defenses. I know he is learning the skills and discipline that make him ready in emergencies. When he protects others from danger, preserves the peace or gives comfort and aid in disaster, I understand and give him my support, for that has always been my job – nurturer, comforter and healer.
When I hear fearful talk of abuse of power growing into dictatorship or read stories of military take-overs, I am not afraid for my country, for I know the Guard, trained, skilled, and strong -each man matured and strengthened in the home I have built -to be tough independent thinking and self-reliant. Civilian builder, soldier protector , custodian of democracy, and by his side I stand, Wife of heroes, mother of generations, keeper of ideals, custodian of the future. I do not fear for America,