The Things They Wrote VETERANS DAY The Things They Wrote Veterans Day honors all who

have served in the military in peace and in war, at home and abroad, living and dead. Today is the 50th anniversary of the holiday r enamed by President Dwight D. Eisenhower in 1954 to "solemnly remember the sacri fices of all those who fought so valiantly, on the seas, in the air, and on fore ign shores, to preserve our heritage of freedom." Before 1954 the holiday was ca lled Armistice Day. Observation this year of Veterans Day comes as about 130,000 troops 102,000 acti ve military and 28,000 reserve remain on duty in Iraq. As of yesterday, accordin g to the Pentagon, 394 have died in the war. Below are excerpts from among the final letters home of some soldiers who died t here. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Excerpts of letters from Army Capt. Joshua T. Byers, 29, of Anderson, S.C., who was killed on July 23 when a bomb detonated under his vehicle. Thursday, June 5 Dear Mom and Dad, A couple of days ago, my squadron commander told me that I would be taking comma nd of Fox Troop in June, after all. . . . SWEET! I left my conversation with him walking on air! Not only will I soon be a cavalry troop commander (the most let hal combination of fire power that a captain can be in command of, in any servic e), BUT I will have the opportunity and the incredible responsibility of command ing in combat. I have to admit that I am really nervous and just pray that I am up to the task out here to lead 120 men in combat operations. I will give them e verything I have to give I love them already, just because they're mine. I pray, with all my heart, that I will be able to take every single one of them home sa fe when we finish our mission here. Friday, June 20 It seems like I've been here for so much longer than I have. My life away from h ere seems so far away. In some ways, I don't think I'll ever have it back comple tely. I think war takes certain things from you, or maybe it gives certain thing s that change your perspective. I love being in command. It's so great to lead again. I love taking care of my m en and accomplishing our missions together here. I am blessed. Thursday, July 3 In the past two nights we've been attacked each night while on patrol. No casual ties for us. . . . I see more bravery in a day here than I had seen in my entire life prior to this. I'm healthy and doing fine although I really want to get that redeployment order and come home (as everyone does) I don't dwell on it. We are accomplishing our mission here and I think I'll take a lot of pride in that for the rest of my lif

e. Although the sacrifice is great, the rewards of service are so much greater. Friday, July 18 Life here continues to be challenging, but we're all hanging in there. We got a blow to our morale a few days ago when the corps commander visited us (three-sta r general). He said there was no way we were going home in less than nine to 12 months. Man, that's going to suck. We're working on month No. 4 right now and it already seems like we've been here forever and a day. I still love being a commander. I love leading troops and taking care of them. I t is a huge responsibility and I feel the weight of it every day. I send the thi ng I love most out here my men into harm's way every day and every night. I just do my best to ensure they're ready, trained, equipped and properly led in every situation. Monday, July 21 We conducted a huge operation in the desert about a week ago. We had intel that suggested that the bad guys were hiding weapons and ammo out in the desert and b ringing it into the city to attack us. We swept all of the desert north of us an d found lots of weapons/ ammo. . . . Two of the targets that we captured turned out to be first cousins of Saddam Hussein. I love you both with all of my heart! I'm working very hard here our country and to our family name! Love, Josh -------------------------------------------------------------------------------adding honor to

Excerpt of an e-mail message to his wife, Theresa, from Army Master Sgt. Kevin N . Morehead, 33, of Little Rock, Ark., who was killed Sept. 12 during a raid on e nemy forces. The message was sent July 7. Hey Baby, I do enjoy planning for the future. It gives me a lot of hope to be able to plan for our success. Sometimes I think that maybe I wouldn't come up with these pla ns if I wasn't deployed. Being here focuses my attention on home and I have time to come up with lots of avenues for us. It has been one blessing for me being h ere. I think if we can get the things done that I have come up with we will be a ble to have a prosperous life ahead of us. I don't want you to worry about how w e are going to make it after I get out. . . . I want us to be able to enjoy our life and do things that we want to do. I think after we get these bills settled and get on track this winter with the p roperty and the house, next spring I am going to get us another boat. We had a l ot of fun when we had a boat. I remember when me, you and Jesse used to go to th e lake and camping. Those were really fun times. I would eventually like to get a camper or an R.V., too. . . . I know how you like to have a nice place to stay . If we got a nice camper, then it would almost be like staying in a hotel room with A.C. and a private shower and a queen size bed. I love you very much. I can't wait to get on with our lives. I really look forwa

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Excerpts of letters from Army Pfc. Rachel K. Bosveld, 19, of Oshkosh, Wis., who was killed Oct. 26 in a mortar attack. Tuesday, Oct. 14 Mom, I'm doing fine, Mom. Yes, I did get into a sort of accident, if that's what you call it. We were hit by an IED (improvised explosive device) or RPG (rocket-prop elled grenade), which set our truck on fire because it struck the battery and fu el line. My neck and shoulder were pretty banged up for about two weeks. My shou lder popped (dislocated) and I jammed my neck as well. I lost my hearing in my l eft ear for a few weeks. My hearing in general isn't good at all anymore. I've b een through my share of explosives. I'm sending pictures home to be developed of my truck (or what's left of it). I took a few of me with the truck, so you coul d all see that I'm O.K. It's still pretty warm during the day, but gets very chilly at night. Could you try and find one of my hooded sweatshirts to send to me? Right now I'm soaking my feet. My feet take a beating in these boots. My feet ar e all cut up and sore. . . . Feels soooooo good now, anyway. I guess I haven't b een taking as good care of myself this month. We have a physical training test I 'm getting ready for. This month and last we haven't gotten much time to do P.T. oh, and eat. So I work, sleep, work, P.T., work Well Mom, my 20-minute soak is up. Take care. I love you. Don't worry so much ab out me, Mom, my intuition has already saved a few lives here and my own as well. Monday, Oct. 20 I'm doing great this week. Sure, I've dodged lots of bullets and such, gotten li ttle to no sleep and eaten nasty food, but I am doing great. I got to drive a tank! I got a tour, learned how to operate everything, load eve rything, and I got to DRIVE IT! I was tooth from ear to ear! I'm getting a Purple Heart for the accident, along with eight other people in my platoon. . . . Someone is always getting injured here. There have been no fatal ities so far in my company, though, just lots of injuries. So, how are you? Eighteen days till my birthday! I can't wait! No one probably e ven knows when it is over here. Well, bye for now, just wanted to let you know I'm O.K. and I miss you. I love you, Rachel

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Excerpt of a letter from Army Pvt. Robert L. Frantz, 19, of San Antonio, who was killed June 17 when he was struck by a grenade. The letter was postmarked June 15. Dear Mom, I got the first package, and the letter you sent me. Sorry if I haven't been wri ting so much. I pull 12-hour guard shifts from 7 at night till 7 in the morning, and then I go on patrols some time in between those hours, and when I am not do ing that I am usually sleeping. Someone shot at us last night. I was getting ready to go to sleep and I hear a p op, pop, and then the bullets ricocheted off the building right outside the wind ow I was standing in front of. . . . It kinda sucks, when all you can think abou t is there's someone out there trying to kill you or your buddy next to you, and all you can do is hope you kill them first. I got to stay the night in Saddam's wife's palace the first night I was in Baghd ad. That thing is huge. I want to see what his main palace looks like. . . . I t ook some pictures, hopefully they'll come out. We've had random gunfire within a 100-meter radius all night, every night, since I have been here. It kinda scares you the first couple nights, but you tend to get used to it. Well, Mom, I gotta go. Tell everyone I love them and miss them very much. Love always and forever, Robby --------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Excerpt of a letter from Army Pfc. Jesse A. Givens, 34, of Springfield, Mo. Priv ate Givens was killed May 1 when his tank fell into the Euphrates River after th e bank on which he was parked gave way. This letter was written to be delivered to his family if he died. Melissa is his wife, Dakota his 6-year-old stepson and Bean the name he used for his son, Carson, who was born May 29. My family, I never thought that I would be writing a letter like this. I really don't know where to start. I've been getting bad feelings, though and, well, if you are rea ding this. . . . The happiest moments in my life all deal with my little family. I will always ha ve with me the small moments we all shared. The moments when you quit taking lif e so serious and smiled. The sounds of a beautiful boy's laughter or the simple nudge of a baby unborn. You will never know how complete you have made me. You s aved me from loneliness and taught me how to think beyond myself. You taught me how to live and to love. You opened my eyes to a world I never dreamed existed.

Dakota . . . you taught me how to care until it hurts, you taught me how to smil e again. You taught me that life isn't so serious and sometimes you just have to play. You have a big, beautiful heart. Through life you need to keep it open an d follow it. Never be afraid to be yourself. I will always be there in our park when you dream so we can play. I love you, and hope someday you will understand why I didn't come home. Please be proud of me. Bean, I never got to see you but I know in my heart you are beautiful. I know yo u will be strong and big-hearted like your mom and brother. I will always have w ith me the feel of the soft nudges on your mom's belly, and the joy I felt when I found out you were on your way. I love you, Bean. Melissa, I have never been as blessed as the day I met you. You are my angel, so ulmate, wife, lover and best friend. I am sorry. I did not want to have to write this letter. There is so much more I need to say, so much more I need to share. A lifetime's worth. I married you for a million lifetimes. That's how long I wi ll be with you. Please keep my babies safe. Please find it in your heart to forg ive me for leaving you alone. . . . Teach our babies to live life to the fullest , tell yourself to do the same. I will always be there with you, Melissa. I will always want you, need you and l ove you, in my heart, my mind and my soul. Do me a favor, after you tuck the chi ldren in. Give them hugs and kisses from me. Go outside and look at the stars an d count them. Don't forget to smile. Love Always, Your husband, Jess Delete It