A TINY VICTIM OF THE GULF WAR

I concider my son ONE of the 'Tiny Victims' because I went into preterm labor with him due to stress of the Gulf War. My husband was shipped out a mere 5 days after we were married. And I was already pregnant with Jeremy. Robert was almost always on the road during the war, and the day the US barricks was bombed was when I started having complications. The German doctors tried medications for a while, to no avail. I had a rupture and 'stress bands' around my sac, and had developed an infection. They had no choice but to do an emergency C-Section. Jeremy was born at 27 weeks, and only 850 grams!! There was little hope for Jeremy, but for 4 days, he kept getting stronger, and trying to breath on his own. It wasn't until that dreaded 5th day, that his little body had just given up. Jeremy passed away on April 4, 1991 at 8:22pm. The worst yet was, in spite of several Red Cross messages being sent, my husband was never able to see his only son alive. Robert landed back in Germany almost exactly 4 hours LATER!!

I dedicate this to our only son, Jeremy Remington Neville. We love you son, and you will forever and always be in our hearts!

MY PRECIOUS JEREMY I was married young, to a wonderful man,
who was off to a war, in a far away land.
The day I found out, I was having his son
was the best day ever, I was happier than anyone
We already had to little girls, which filled our lives with joy,
but this was going to be different, All the way home, I sang this little song,
"The cat's in the craddle, with a silver spoon, little boy blue and the name on the moon,
when ya com'in home, dad...I don't know when, but we'll get together then, son...
You know we'll be together then."
The tears of joy lasted all day long.
Soon our joy would come to a crashing end,
leaving us with open wounds that nothing will ever mend.
The circumstances of his birth were the most painful yet,
everything that was said and done, I will never forget.
For four days, the doctors had said
My baby was going to survive,
But it was on the fifth day that my baby son was dead,
and his daddy would never get to see his only son alive!
There is no pain from my past
that could compare to the present pain, that seems to forever last.
All that other pain just seems so mild,
compared to the loss of my precious child.
How could this happen, I just don't understand why?
Why was it's God's will, for my only son to die?
What did I ever do, for God to do this to me?
Why did he have to take
MY PRECIOUS JEREMY!