Mamma I’m coming home,
Not the way you want me to,
But don’t be sad Mamma,
I did what I had to do…

I thought about you and Daddy,
Every single day,
While I was leaving,
And while I was away…

My girlfriend sobbed as I left,
She was sad and I know she missed me,
I wrote to all of you as often as I could,
From the letters I know you will agree…

But the next time you see me,
I really won’t be the same,
It won’t be how you remember me,
War can be hell but you won’t be ashamed…

The box they put me in,
May not be the one you chose,
But don’t fret Mamma,
I am here and you aren’t alone…

 
Dedicated to all the troops 
who preserved our country’s freedom…
and paid the price.

 
Bobemakk@optonline.net © 2008