A Soldier's Diary
I am too young to feel this damn old
It is so lonely now; so much for being bold
Too many rainy days and not enough sunny places
Seen more cruel days than friendly faces
My food always taste the same; a deep bland
The skin on my bones is dried liked leather from all the sand
I am 2 feet from being in the Earth’s private hell
Only thing keeping me alive and sain is God and mail
Always counting the days I have been away from home
No amount of money is worth being in this land I roam
I still count my blessings as my lungs count on air
What I can always count on is my friend disappointment and his partner despair
I might as well get use to death in this sandy place
Sleeping during your duty could make you a milk carton case
So kiss me because it may be a kiss goodbye
If I do not make it back to you love, please do not cry
I dream that one day we will all be home, home for good!
My mind will be a vault of things I have seen that people never should!
Copyright © Christopher Hedgecock | Year Posted 2006
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