Dreaming of Home

It was cold and wet in the jungle. Hell lurked everywhere.

But you kept moving. Searching for the invisible enemy.

My solace was thoughts of home. Some one waited for me.

She wrote,she prayed, she cried and hoped for the day I would step off the plane onto American soil.

God Bless the home folk for making a soldiers life bearable.

They are the reason we are here.

They are the reason we try to stay alive.

retiredfather retiredfather
61-65, M
2 Responses Feb 26, 2009

The folks at home. The loved ones. The letters. The pictures. The gifts.<br />
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The knowledge that some one is there.<br />
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That's who we fight for.

I am glad that we can do something to make life out there a bit easier.