Without the Box

So, there you are Returned from fighting another mans war Heard you’re quite the hero Good for you my friend Twenty years young Couldn’t wait To kick some terrorist ass And so you did So very well indeed I hear Now you’re back Nothing more to kick What are you to do with yourself Lying there as you are Look at all of us here To welcome you back Can you not hear the joy Can you not see the happiness Or is it all hidden behind the tears So here you are returned In a flawless uniform Lying there all smug and confident With a peaceful look Here you are returned Fresh off the plane In a nice tight package Here you are returned To never leave again Good to have you back my friend Only wish it could have been Without the box