Mr and Mrs War

Boom! There goes his dignity, There goes his life. How do we tell his mother? Who's going to tell his wife? His frail, broken frame Stretchered away. Only recognisable by An obituary and tags with his name. "He'll never make the flight." Wait! He's awake with the lads Comparing battle scars, His morale is high, He's laughing and joking, He's winding up the nurses On their views of him smoking. "Oh yes m'am you're right it could kill me!!" The compensation comes in, Over a mil! That's when his wives eyes started to fill. But not with tears, not with remorse. But with pound signs, Shoes and new bags of course. "I'll buy him a house. I'll adapt to his needs. I'll make people see my sacrifice. It's clearly not greed." Later she leaves him, Demanding even more! She wants her fair share For him being blown up in war! I have to make sure the kids get fed, "How much money do you need? You've got no legs!" Little does she see, She doesn't understand, What kept him fighting In that war torn land. Why he didn't do as expected. Why he made that long journey home. To see her and the girls, To watch them grow. His body is broken, His mind not all there, But he can still feel pain, He will always care. So Mrs A were so sorry, For your pain and sacrifice. Said not even one single Real Military wife.