My Dearest Jane,
I've seen the last of this war,
And I'll be coming home tomorrow.
I'll be leaving behind all the pain and sorrow.
All the bloodshed and the tears.
All of my worst fears.
All the wounded and their scars.
All the blown up tanks and cars.
All the foul odors in the air.
All the death and despair.
Thank G-d Al-mighty, I've seen the last of this war.
Love Always,
John
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