Widow Maker
This letter is to the love of my life.
My precious sweet angel, my darling little wife.
Darling, I’m writing this to let you know.
Just six more days then they let me go.
Oh how I long for your tender touch.
You’re all that I think of I love you so much.
This place is getting so bizarre and out of control.
Some of these people I wonder if they even have a soul.
Six more days and I won’t look back.
Carlos, the one in the picture I sent was killed in last nights attack.
Well we fought them back they didn’t have a chance.
But we have to stay ready, you never know they may try to advance.
Oh and you remember Bobby Rodgers, my high school friend.
Two miles back down the road , Bobby met his end.
Sugar I’m sorry I shouldn’t be telling you all this stuff.
It’s just that I’m so lonely and I’ve had more than enough.
Just six more days and I’ll be coming home to you.
To restart our life and make itzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
This was the letter she received two days before his body was brought home,
back to friendly shores.
Said he was shot by a sniper right out front of headquarters doors.
They said he was going to be mustered out that night.
And he wanted to surprise his wife and he didn’t tell her of the good news in
this final write.
Another widow was made by this awful war.
I just hope it wasn’t for oil, cause if it was I’ll park my stinkin car.
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