Bring Them Home

I can still see his face in the early light, as he boarded his plane for that fatal flight. Kisses being thrown from a window so far, taking him from me, back to that war. On the drive home, I thought to myself, of his boyhood days, and then I wept. I had him back for just a few short weeks, never expecting a heart full of grief. Somebody do something, get them out of there, I'm beginning to think, no one cares. Imagine for a moment, just take a little time, your loved one fighting in a country so blind. Barbaric actions from the enemy within, friend fighting friend , and next of kin. I think it is time to bring them home, "we can't change others, that's their home."