Going Home Poem by Randy McClave

I am serving my country in a different land
Where I miss holding my wife's tender hand,
Being away from her I dread, as I hate to roam,
But, I heard today, that I am going home.

No more sleeping for me in a tent
No more people will I need to hate and resent,
I am going to where I am liked and also known
I heard today, that I am going home.

No more standing in a line to go to the latrine.
No more marching in the mud because I am a marine,
No longer will I drink my coffee from a cup of styrofoam
I heard today, that I was going home.

No more sleeping for me in a cot,
Gratefully no more battles or wars for me to be fought,
No more dangerous areas for me to sweep and to comb
Because I heard today, that I was going home.

Randy L. McClave