My Hero. My Son. PFC. Jeremy Drexler
I was sitting on the porch one day, thinking about the son we lost to this war and thoughts came to me, What was the American Idol? Should it be a singer or someone that has a talent or should it be someone that really truly is a true American idol.
I vision myself going on the stage, carrying my sons boots and hat, following behind me only a few feet are two handsome soldiers in full uniform, carrying the U.S. flag between them. One a Marine and One a Sailor, both so handsome, both my sons. All eyes are on us as we approach the center of the stage as the light follows us, standing in front are the judges with the names, Honor, Pride, and Freedom. I reached for the microphone, hands trembling and tears running down my face. "I am only a mother, I have no talent to speak of, of all I have done in this world, nothing is greater than raising three honorable and fine sons. One gave his life for the freedoms, freedom that we take for granite. The Freedom judge had tears in her eyes and she rose to her feet and said, " I know their names, I know what they've done. As long as there is life, they will never be forgotten." Off to the side a small young boy stands up and started walking toward the stage. He comes up to me with big blue eyes looking up at me. I kneeled down and placed the boots on the floor next to me. He stands directly in front of me. “ Lady, you don’t know me, I was to be your grandson, but because my daddy was killed so young, I was never born.” Tears streamed down my face as I reached out to touch him, all I could feel was air. Another shadow came toward me from off in the distance. As it got closer I could make out the face. It was my dear son Jeremy, full dress Army uniform, proud as could be. I could not move, I did know how that could be. Standing in front of me, sad eyes, and a little smile he begin to speak. “ MOM do not worry about me, I know you are in pain. Do not grieve so much that it consumes you. I am proud of what I have done for our country, I am so proud of my brothers. I will see you again someday. I know you feel I have been forgotten, but I am not. My father in heaven knows and so do you. As long as you remember me, I know I have done good. ” I gave him a hug and kiss and he walked behind me where his brothers stood. They could not believe what they were seeing and was stuck with awe. I turned to see what was going on and Jeremy was standing in front of them, in attention and he gives them a salute. “ You are my brothers, I am very pleased and proud of you.” “I will always be with you and I will be there when you need me. You may not be able to see me but I am there. “ He steps back a few more steps, raising his hand and gave them a final salute. He clicks his heels and turns to walk away, he reaches out his hand to the little boy and they walk off the stage holding hands and on their backs were angels wings.
I can’t believe what had just happened. Could this have really happened? I looked at the judges, they were all standing up. I could not control the crying no matter how hard I tried. I picked up the boots, turned and walked of stage. My sons followed behind me carrying the dear old flag.
Our Soldiers are our Real American Idols. Heroes that should receive all utmost respect and honor. We must remember what they have done and are still doing. Don’t blow off the lives of the fallen. Make sure not one soldier is forgotten and go unloved. Bring our troops home and take care of them when they get here. I speak with a shattered heart, I beg with all my soul. Do not forget our fallen heroes.
Debbie Drexler proud mother of PFC. Jeremy Drexler KIA May 2, 2004 IRAQ ARMY
sons Sgt. Kenneth Drexler Marines
AM2 Timothy Drexler N