I've read some of your letters
I really enjoyed them, too.
I suppose it's hard to adapt one's self
To a world that's virtually new.
Our world at home is a small place
But there's a wonderous working wire,
To help broaden out their views
The boys are sent afar.
They are seeing things we will never see
It helps them to understand,
To view the expanse of America
And that of foreign lands.
We are proud of every boy and girl
That wears the colors, too,
We know they fully understand, and
Their hearts are brave and true.
If those sweethearts you left behind
Are loyal, staunch, and true,
They'll be waiting when you return again
They'll be waiting there for you.
They'll keep the home fires burning
They'll wait, tho the waiting in sorrow,
They'll be waiting for, 'The dawn of peace'
And a hope of a bright tomorrow.
They'll keep the trust, the watch word
They are sentinels, tho alone,
No heart, less loyal's worthy
To welcome heroes homes.
No matter where you travel
On land, on sea, or sky,
Their prayers will follow after
With every breath or sigh.
An earnest hope that God protects
In every danger zone,
A secret wish you'll not be changed
When again you return home.
With all the wonders you have known
Miracles, of science's creation.
And wisdom, from experience, (contact)
From this and other nations.
Your sweethearts may stand in awe
You'll have no need to fear them,
They may be inclined to worship you
As gods, instead of men.
But whether it be a sweetheart,
Or a wife that waits alone
Of this you may be certain,
You'll receive a welcome home.
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