MAIL CALL
There they stand in conversation
Outside a makeshift mess hall
It's been a particularly trying week
And they look forward to the mail call
Back at home the spirits are high
Christmas is soon to come
They are caught up in the season
But here the gunfire welcomes each dawn
As names are called snd envelopes are passed
They grow silent so they can listen
The anticipation meets devastation
Teary eyes begin to glisten
It is easier to face the enemy
Than consecutive weeks with no word from home
Among his many comrades
He is feeling so alone
Has his sister made the cheering squad?
Is his brother still playing ball?
Is dad recovering from his heart attack?
Do they think of me at all?
Disappointment boils to the surface again
Sadly a few must walk away
With no connection from home in hand
And a sadness that will last all day
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