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 ~~~~~~~~~~ GOD BLESS OUR TROOPS
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