Spc. Bradley N. Shilling

This is a poem I wrote on the morning of 19 November, 2006.


On the previous night, a Saturday, we were informed that our friend, Specialist Bradley Shilling, was seriously wounded. We were in shock. A little later that evening, we were told that Bradley died from his injuries.


Not knowing what to expect, as far as a ceremony goes, we slept in our clothes. I actually slept with my boots on, laying back on my bunk with my feet on the ground.


At first...

Although we never knew you, we know of you through your father and you are in our hearts. Thank you, and God bless.

Well son...we some how muddled through another day. I cannot say that time has made it easier but time has brought me one day closer to you, a day I look forward to. You are loved and missed so very much and I am so proud of you and the man you became. Your children are a wonderful legacy and it is such a joy to share your stories with them and your little brother. Thank you for sending him to us to help us through. He is a wonderful gift, just like you said when Sam was born...."This is...