A Soldier In Iraq
To a soldier here in Iraq,
it's not the war, I dread or fear,
nor how soon, I may face the enemy.
It's the waiting, and the silence,
for the mail I don't recieve,
from my loved ones,
that help keep my mind at ease.
I think of home, and family there,
and wonder, what they'd do,
if someone bombed the country,
that we all love, dear and true.
I don't like the job I have,
but I give thanks,
to God in heaven,
that I'm not fighting,
on American soil.
I wonder, if they have forgotten me,
now that I am gone, and wonder,
when I'll next receive,
a letter sent from home.
You wonder, how I know so much,
of what they think, and do,
well I'm still sitting here,
in Iraq,
and I am that soldier to.
Copyright © Carla Cox | Year Posted 2005
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