The War in Iraq Bleeds Through into My Hallway

Walking back to my classroom after lunch yesterday, I came upon a third grade child sobbing in the hallway. She was being comforted by a few friends, but I stopped to see if I could help her. With tears streaming down her cheeks she choked out,

My daddys in Iraq and we haven't heard from him. We don't know where he is. We don't know! ...I WANT my daddy...

What do you say to that?
If he's still alive, chances are great that he IS in harm's way. She's 12,000 miles from home.
That's a lot to carry at any age,
but especially when you are eight years old.