I wake up early
I pick up my dog tag and your picture
I hoping I can call you today
I get on the humvee searching the
streets of the Baghdad for terrorist
When I go to mail stand praying for a letter
I pick up the picture of the kids
I hope they still remember me
I hear the rumors that always float about
I heard that there was another roadside bomb
Two more guys have died and I fall to my knee
thank the lord for my life then I pray for you and the kids
I go to my bunk take off my boats
and rest my head on my pillow
all the time clutching to your picture
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem