Bring Us Home Again
He slowly came awake today
and he lumbered to his feet,
for it was just two hours
before that he faded off to sleep.
He donned the day's attire and
grabbed his M-16.
He headed off to breakfast to keep
him strong and lean.
As he walked down to the chow line
he kept a watchful eye.
He didn't want the enemy
to take him by surprise.
As the chaplin said a special prayer
on this very special day,
he kept thinking of his family
that is oh so far away.
He rubbed his left breast pocket
where he keeps a picture of his wife
and a letter from his daughter that
he reads most every night.
He fought back a single tear
as he stared out at the sand,
wishing he could be back home
with his family close at hand.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts
and then be on his way.
He's defending our great country
and has little time to play.
When he got out to the fence line,
his buddy by his side,
he exchanged a "Merry Christmas"
followed by a tired sigh.
He climbed upon the watchtower,
his mouth a tiny grin.
He said, "Merry Christmas to the world"
and "God, please, bring us home again".
~Bradley A. Peraino~
GOD BLESS AMERICA
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GOD BLESS OUR TROOPS
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