Memories from Home

the Things you miss when you go to war,
like getting in trouble,
and getting the hair brush to your bottom,
or even remembering the first time you voted.

I look around to see,
Everyone scared out of their minds,
Scared to die,
Scared to never see the day light

All we can do is sit
And think about how lucky,
We came this far.

So I sit here,
with this old pen and paper,
Writing this letter to you.