His Letter Home Poem by Chris Embrick

Two strangers fighting side by side
For freedom's cause both served with pride
One separated from his bride
A tearful ride, a tearful ride.

The sounds of war, the rockets whine
Ahead they crawl, leave death behind
At Normandy they crossed the line
A fearful time, a fearful time.

Days in the trench, a weary fight
The dying there, a haunting sight
He had so little time to write
Our darkest night, our darkest night.

Now with the wounded, going home
I could not tell her on the phone
To save my life, he gave this own
He must have known, he must have known.