As cold as a winter breeze
The pale face took it's last breath
Pain left their now frozen face
Only to be replaced with sadness
Another soul gone without good reason
Another solider soon to be in a casket

Dear* *My Love,
I sit here in the dark writing you this letter
Hoping our boy soon feels better
I am sorry I am not there to do my chores
But you well know I am off to war
I shall see you soon, right after my tour
Imma walk through that door, that's for **** sure
When the bombs stop dropping
And our women stop sobbing
"When ****** is found dead"
"You'll all go home" he Said
So I ask you to keep some cookies ready
Because before you know, it I'm home already!
Forever yours,
T.T.