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.