soldier's angels

Capt. Charles Ziegenfuss and Kathleen Bair, a Soldiers' Angels volunteer, at Walter Reed. She sat with the injured Iraq veteran until family arrived. (By Michael Williamson -- The Washington Post)

The captain was airborne somewhere between Germany and Walter
Reed Army Medical Center in Northwest Washington, he was badly injured, and she
knew almost nothing about him.
Kathleen Bair, a human resources manager for a
Baltimore bookbinding company, made child-care arrangements for her two sons, 16
and 9, on that day in late June, canceled her hair appointment and drove the 45
minutes to the hospital. Capt. Charles Ziegenfuss had arrived. He was on a
stretcher in intensive care. An explosion in Iraq had blown him open three days
before. Great masses of flesh were missing from his arms, his legs. His face was
pockmarked from the blast of shrapnel and grit. They pulled a three-inch nail
out of him. She sat beside him for hours. When he could open his eyes, she told
him his family was on the way. Then she sat down again, waiting.
Sometimes,
that's all the crush of volunteers who have flocked to help the nation's wounded
soldiers can do. Sit. Wait. Hold hands.

if we cannot 'hold hands' with our soldiers in person, let us do it in our hearts and minds and by our paper and pens. PLEASE