The plane has dropped him in a
country of unfamilure faces
and landscape
Training is now a part of the past
First combat to become
Soon his reality
A small fragment of familiarity
Rubs up against his leg
And brings a smile
As he reaches to touch
The softness of his youth
Now put behind him
A young soldier's thoughts
Turn to home
And to the one person he knows
Will understand his heart
A Soldier's Letter Home
Dear Mom
Somewhere over the rainbow
Is where I seem to be
It is not at all like the fairy tales
That you used to read to me
I wonder of tomorrow
When the battle has begun
If I will truly be the soldier
That I am told I have become
Are all that are around me
Secretly feeling just as I
Will all that you
Have taught me leave
When I look the enemy
In the eye
All of these months of training
To do the job that must be done
They tell us when it comes
Right down to it
We will gladly fire our guns
Should I be considered unworthy
Of this uniform I now wear
As I sit to write you this letter
I am just a little scared
Will I be able
To do what is expected
In the name
Of what is good for all
When I return
To ease my heart
Will I write within a poet's hall
Tonight I feel like a little boy
With a toy gun in his hand
Will tomorrow I be forced to kill
Will I then feel like a man
To not many
I could write these words
I know you will understand
These whisperings of my heart
Now written in my hand
I will do what is asked of me
I will gladly do my part
But for tonight ....
I am just your Son
Speaking from my heart
Please Mom pray for me
I will make yourself
And my country proud
I stand ready to do
What is now before me
I am just not sure
I can live
With the how
As I lay my pen aside
And close my eyes to sleep
I pray that who
Has always been myself
I will somehow keep
Being in the Army, and being deployed, I'm constantly receiving emails from family and friends along the lines of this poem. They're all poems and stories written to evoke some sort of emotion from the reader. I've become slightly jaded to these poems and stories. It takes a lot for me to feel what the author wants his or her reader to feel. I have to say, though, that this struck close to home.
Being a deployed soldier changes a person. Before this deployment I was shy, and I kept to myself, never wanting to offend any one or stand up for myself or share my thoughts. I've now been away from home for six months, and in the past six months I've lost hold of who I once was. I was once a young lady. Now I am, in a sense, an old seasoned soldier. I have not talked to any soldier who will willingly admit that they miss who they once were, but I have to say it now.
(I'm not sure exactly why I am sharing this with you. I do not know who you are, and you do not know who I am.)
I am afraid to go home to my mother. I am afraid that I am not the daughter she remembers. I am stuck in between who the Army demands I be, who the world expects me to be, and who my mother remembers. Being a soldier looks a whole lot easier than it is.
Thank you for writing this.
Oh Sweetie I have had a hard time coming to this and reasing
it all way thru. You know how deeply this touched me when I
read it on the other site... And Yet reading this magnificent piece
honoring our precious protectors... But tonight I made up my mind
no matter how hard I was going to read this to its finish. I sit here
try'n to type thru such heavy tears of sadness and pride for you and
our military.
God Bless then all
Hugs and Love you Girlie Girl
D
Being in the Army, and being deployed, I'm constantly receiving emails from family and friends along the lines of this poem. They're all poems and stories written to evoke some sort of emotion from the reader. I've become slightly jaded to these poems and stories. It takes a lot for me to feel what the author wants his or her reader to feel. I have to say, though, that this struck close to home.
Being a deployed soldier changes a person. Before this deployment I was shy, and I kept to myself, never wanting to offend any one or stand up for myself or share my thoughts. I've now been away from home for six months, and in the past six months I've lost hold of who I once was. I was once a young lady. Now I am, in a sense, an old seasoned soldier. I have not talked to any soldier who will willingly admit that they miss who they once were, but I have to say it now.
(I'm not sure exactly why I am sharing this with you. I do not know who you are, and you do not know who I am.)
I am afraid to go home to my mother. I am afraid that I am not the daughter she remembers. I am stuck in between who the Army demands I be, who the world expects me to be, and who my mother remembers. Being a soldier looks a whole lot easier than it is.
Thank you for writing this.
As a parent whose kids have been there, this is a poem that speaks much. So much goes threw there minds when they first get there. Will they be ready. But when it matters they are ready. Many of them had to grow fast and lose some of their innocence.
A beautiful poem.
Oh Lesa, this has me in tears. I think I am too emotional to give the review you deserve. My dear, this piece is so beautiful and heartbreaking. I am shaken by it ...
I am so glad
That you have dropped in
To meet a new face
And experience a new heart
Come along with me as
Aspiring Angel speaks to
Me in whispers that brings
Her thoughts to live.. more..