I know I?m still here so far, far away,
As I fight for what I believe is right.
I wonder about you and your mom,
Every moment of every day and night.

The loneliness of war can drive you insane,
If you don?t get letters of concern from home.
Left, right, behind and ahead,
Death awaits, leaving loved ones alone.

We pray to God that we will be saved, 
To return home, or live in the hereafter.
Bloody, dirt-covered men, we see every day,
As we yearn for those times of laughter.

The far off stare of a fallen comrade,
As you stay by his side till his end.
No mother ever carried her infant child
More carefully, than we do a friend.

Many have their own personal diaries,
To help keep their faculties together.
Watching hot steel crash into human flesh,
Always makes home seem far away and better.

I?ve become an expert at dodging, weaving and diving,
So try not to worry too much about me.
Just help your mom and stand up from the ground,
And while I?m gone, be all you can be.