HOME FROM WHAT

Dented, bent, and full of hurt,

Slugs too close!  Been eating dirt!

Weight fell off but whiskers grew.

Not the boy that they once knew.

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Stinking leaches sure get bold,

Drink your blood before it is cold.

This day is just like yesterday,

I may die take time to pray.

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No kneeling here, pray as you go,

Maybe then will not feel the blow.

Hug the trees but stagger on

Do not need brains just lots of brawn.

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So today we lost another,

Someone’s son, he loved his mother.

What to write?  Just make it known?

Your son will not be coming home!

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What more can a tired soldier ask?

Six months and now in safety bask?

Sunken eyes no smile in there.

Two bronze stars and should he care?

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Oh God!  What are we dying for?

Is there no end to hate and war?

I bet my life, you take a look,

God gives the answer in His book! (*)

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(*) The Good Book, Bible, search it.

The answer is there.  You will find it

if you search earnestly!

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Sam Cox 05.30.03

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