Tour of Duty

I lie in this bed, That resembles a coffin. Hearing sounds from the, Box on the stand. Glancing down at this mangled body, Thinking I've given everything, That was asked of me. Yet, many gave the ultimate sacrifice, They were the lucky ones. I remember those days of yesteryear. I remember my brother's and sisters, No longer here as I see them, Dying in my arms. I pay tribute to the fallen, As I continue to have nightmares at night. I see a shadow come thru my door. A smile I haven't seen for years. More shadows, more faces and more smiles. He tells me, "Come on Sarge, It's time to go home." I get up out of bed disappearing, As if we were never there. I hear the slight humming, Of the Alarm in the distant. Yet, all I see are my brothers and sisters, At the end of the tunnel, Waiting for me. I hear, " Sarge, your Tour Of Duty is over. Were going home."