Combat Zone
I think of you all wrapped up and snuggled in our bed
and me, I lie here shaking, bullets flying over head.
There the snow is falling, to form a blanket cold and white.
Here the ashes settle on a dark December night.
Over there, I hear the laughter of our children on the phone.
What I wouldn't give to be there and not here in this combat zone.
The tree is wrapped in tinsel, in the photos that you sent.
I'm so tired of eating MRE'S and living in a tent
.
It would be so nice to take a shower and be back in your arms. But "a soldier's got a job to do",
to protect the world from harm
.
But keep me in your prayers tonight, for soon I'm coming home.
This is goodbye from your loved ones, here in the combat zone.
P.S. They sent my best friend home today,
please send a card to his wife and tell her I'm sorry!
I miss you.
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