write it down. poems and stories.

A Letter Home

To Michelle

                Hey mom I’m out here doing my best to make it home without needing to bring a tree with me. I’ve seen some pretty bad things over here on the frontlines. Men left dying on the battlefield crying out to go home to see their families one last time. But they were never going to all because they lay forgotten with the piles of dead. Those who are helped have their limbs sawn off with just an ounce of whiskey to dull the pain.

                Has there been much talk about when they’ll let us come home. I know we haven’t been here long but I speak for us all when I say that home is sorely missed. When did we become men who fought wars and sacrifice our lives fighting our brothers from the south, killing to live?

                I write you this to say that if I don’t come that I love you and that I’ll do my best to make you proud. I hope to be home soon. From me to you I hope to be home by June. Save my spot at the table I’ll fill it as soon as I can. Home will always be in my dreams.

Your loving son,

Michael