Dearest Mom---
Just got your letter today postmarked 30 March 2005;
Took fifteen days to get here and my sergeant just handed it to me.
I’m doing fine as can be expected for where I am.  I’m alive
And really miss being home with you and Marjorie.
Wish I could tell you all about this dusty place I’m in
But that has to remain a secret—at least right now.
The sergeant says I need to keep a stiff upper chin
But that’s tough to do even when I sit down for chow
And thank God I’m alive again today.
This war—well, I can’t say much—is really tough
To face when the bullets whiz by and I hear someone say
That another has died from enemy fire and how rough
It’ll be to have to tell the family their daughter has fallen.
It’s enough to make me cry under my covers
and even though I call on
God
To watch over me, I wonder if we will make it.
I’ve written enough for now; it’s almost midnight
And I have to make sure I clean my mess kit.
So, I’ll just put here “Hold Marjorie tight,”
Love, Aaron.
 

© 2005 George E. Thompson