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Civilian War Stories
The moon is out tonight mom,
And Charlie's out there, too.
I'm sitting in a bunker here
And writing home to you.
I feel I must write to you,
Or else you'll never know.
All the nights I've thought of you
Beneath the lantern's glow.
For though I cannot see you here,
I feel your presence near.
I hear the enemy from within,
For I know there is no fear.
For fear is born of doubt you know,
I have no doubt in you.
Nor do I doubt that you must long,
The way I long for you.
You are not here mom
I know my heart is home with you.
And if I am to live through this,
Your love will see me through.
There is no weapon Charlie has
To stop my coming home.
Nor can he make me feel
That I am all alone.
For though he may not know it mom,
There's many here with me.
Your love, and that of those I love,
Also keep me company.
Each night mom, your words I read.
The ones you write all day.
The words you write with loving hands,
Your hopes, your dreams convey.
As I read your letters through,
Each word a portrait bears.
Each line is read a hundred times,
Each line says someone cares.
Then in the letters that I wrote,
I sent my love to you.
And as I opened yours, dear mom,
I found a mother's love from you.
This is what feel
From every letter I get from you.
It feels good to get a letter from home
After a long hard day.
So keep on writing mom
And I'll come home to you some day.
Love, Larry
