Army Wife

One more night he gets to sleep in our bed. Then it will be MY bed.

My big empty bed. He will be gone again.

Gone.

Gone to what seems another planet.

He will be in the very center of my lonely heart.

Every day is spent longing to see his precious face enter our door.

Whose innocent life got taken today? Did he take it?

Or will it be his innocent life? So gentle and yet so strong.

How hard he is working to protect us. How hard my heart feels about this job.

I smell his fragrance on every letter, wishing to be home.

He says it was a hard day, but very rewarding. He saved another life.

What am I doing?

My selfishness could be taking away a life saved by keeping him here forever.

That life may be precious to someone else.

What about my life?

I see him walking in that door every night. I feel him holding me in my sleep.

He writes of how much he misses me. I miss you more.

The war gets worse. I don't hear from him.

My heart is beating faster than the bombs are going off.

The explosion is too much for life to handle.

Deadly silence.

Have we won or have we lost?

Silence among the people.

Soldiers get off the plane.

Will my soldier come home?