My son is coming home today
he’s been away so long
when he left here to go away
We knew that he was strong

He told us he was leaving soon
his girlfriend had to cry
the bus took him away at noon
and we just said goodbye

a military man so fine
so able and so tall
he’s put into the firing line
not holding back at all

He sent a letter home one day
I really can’t recall
his mother told me just last may
that he gave her a call

We got a letter monday last
from his superior
My son was caught up in a blast
and he could serve no more

The plane came in, they set the chocks
they brought him in a bag
and now they’ve put him in a box
I get to keep the flag

Andrew B. Totten