I am coming home at last Mom,
But it's awful dark for me
in this bag they tagged
and placed me in,
where above my soul floats free.
There are other boys around me
they are going home now too,
we're all forming a platoon, Ma
that should help us make it through.
The fact is we won't see our girls
or hug Mom's when we get back,
or have a life past twenty-some
cause we died here in Iraq.
This will surely disappoint Dad
cause he begged me not to go
even had tickets to Canada
Oh, God, I miss him so.
Something took me really quick, Mom
it was almost painless, but
the coffin will be closed Ma,
cause that shrapnel's deeply cut.
I just want to say "I love you!"
as you're tossing in your sleep,
and the promise that I made you
is one that I'm gonna keep.
I am coming home to you Mom
but not like you dreamed I'd be
I'm another damned statistic
for the land of brave and free.
tell them, "Please remember me!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Artis- U.S. Marine Corps Veteran
"If ye break faith with we who've died we shall not sleep.....
though poppies bloom in Afghan Fields."
......my favorite quote on war
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this filled my eyes with tears....a hand stretching out to reach ma from six feet below the ground....really painfull
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This poem left me absolutely breathless. I felt like a mother of a soldier reading this letter. War is a terrible thing, especially this one. The best we can do for our soldiers in Iraq is pray to whatever God and stand by them. Unlike Vietnam when they were disgraced...
Excellent rhyming scheme. I really felt the emotion.
-Thank you for your entry, Angi Terese -
that poem just sent chills over my whole body it was amazing
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I have most sadly been ordered to fire 630 rounds divided into twenty-one gun salutes for those fallen, in my most fortunate days above ground. thanks for your comments. it was written to touch all of our nation deeply.
it is published yearly in many newspapers to remind the callous. ~~Artis -
Nothing i can say will change anything about war. I remember friends from my younger days that came home this very way. You have ouched me deeply
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