Will they come home? When will that be?
Are they safe there without me?
Some of us come home earlier than others,
we are forced to leave behind our brothers.

While we wait at home in anguish,
in mourn for all the vanquished,
we think of how we fought,
for every brother at any cost.

Until the day we are reunited,
some with handshakes, and some stories,
some draped with blankets of Old Glory,
we will pray there will be no more harm,
to any more of our brothers in arms.