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A Soldiers Letter

HELLO MARIE, I SURE MISS YOU, AND ALL THE TIMES WE HAD. YOUR SWEET CARESS, YOUR HAIR AMESS, AND IT SURE DOES MAKE ME SAD. JUST THOUGHT I’D DROP A NOTE TO YOU, AND HOPE YOU’RE DOING FINE. AS FOR ME, I’M LONESOME AND BLUE. CAUSE YOU’RE ALWAYS ON MY MIND. THEY GAVE ME MY RIFLE, AND THEY TAUGHT ME TO SHOOT. HAND TO HAND COMBAT, AND GOVERNMENT ISSUE BOOTS. WE DIG OUR FOXHOLES, AND WATCH THE FRONT, NEVER KNOW IF THE ENEMY, WE’LL HAVE TO CONFRONT. THEY SAY WE’RE FIGHTING FOR FREEDOM AND PEACE, I WONDER IF THEM OTHER GUYS ARE TOO? I WONDER IF ANY OF THE ENEMY, HAVE GIRLS AT HOME LIKE YOU. I KNOW THAT I’M NOT PERFECT, NEVER THOUGHT I’D EVER BE. I’M JUST A LONESOME SOLDIER, IN THIS OLD COMPANY “B”. I WONDER IF THOSE OTHER SOLDIERS, EVER WALKED DOWN MEMORY LANE, EVER KISSED BENEATH THE HEAVENS, EVER SLOW DANCED IN THE RAIN. I WONDER IF THEY’RE ANY DIFFERENT, THAN THESE OTHER GUYS AND ME. SURE WISH THIS FIGHTING WAS OVER, THEN I COULD ASK AND SEE. I WONDER IF THEIR MAMA’S CRY FOR THEM AT NIGHT, OR IF THEIR DADDY’S WERE PROUD, WHEN THEY WENT OFF TO FIGHT. I THINK THEY’RE QUITE A BIT LIKE ME, JUST SERVING THEIR COUNTRY WELL. I EVEN WONDER IF THEY DIE, WILL THEY GO TO HEAVEN OR HELL? WE’RE JUST A BUNCH OF BOY’S, DRESSED UP FOR THE KILL. TO SHOOT THE ENEMY FIRST, OR CHARGE OVER THE NEXT HILL. I BET WE WOULD BE FRIENDS, IF THE FIGHTING FINALLY STOPPED. OR IF WE JUST CALLED A TRUCE, AND A CHAMPAGNE BOTTLE POPPED. WELL, I DON’T THINK THAT WILL HAPPEN, IT JUST WOULDN’T SEEM RIGHT. CAUSE THEY JUST LIKE THE REST OF US, WERE TAUGHT TO KILL AMD FIGHT. WELL MY LOVE, I’LL CLOSE FOR NOW, AND BID YOU A FAIR THEE WELL. BUT IF YOU SEE ME COMING DOWN YOUR ROAD, GO OUT AND RING THE LIBERTY BELL. LOVE, SLICK EYED WILLIE.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Book: Shattered Sighs