He said pretty soon he'd go away
No one knew for how long
Bile rose, My stomach churned
Time to be brave he said
Sweaty palms and a mouth of sandpaper
The first taste of real fear
Just nineteen he had a job to do
Salty tears could not be stopped
The world was suddenly spinning faster
So this is what war feels like...
Still pictures in textbooks are one thing
Now those people are in fact real
Those emotions are understood
Mothers and sisters weep
Young lovers are torn apart until its all over
Some never to return...
He promised to be home soon
To write or call everyday
This phone never rings
My mailbox is absent of his letters
Off he went to right the wrong
That was three years ago in May.
Many nights I still cry
Still pray...
He promised to come home
But That was three years ago in May.

Very good Nikki...Keep your chin up sweetie.

You've captured the uncertainty of living day by day with someone in the military. Great job.

Very heartfelt you do have a way with words.