I don’t know why I left
But I know I was wrong
But it won’t be long
‘Till I get on back home
Got a letter in the mail,
Said go to war or go to jail
But it won’t be long
‘Till I get on back home
Slapped me down in a barber’s chair
Spun me around, I had no hair
But it won’t be long
‘Till I get on back home
Used to drive a Cadillac
Now I hump it on my back
But it won’t be long
‘Till I get on back home
Used to be a high school stud
Now I’m marching in the mud
But it won’t be long
‘Till I get on back home
Used to wear my faded jeans
Now I’m wearing Army greens
But it won’t be long
‘Till I get on back home
Used to date a beauty queen
Now I love my M16
But it won’t be long
‘Till I get on back home
Mama, mama don’t you cry
Your little boy ain’t gonna die
Cause it won’t be long
‘Till I get on back home
……
I'm starting to feel it now.
That sick roiling in my stomach at the thought of my soldier boy going back there.
his second time around.
I priced a ticket to NM – R17 125.
Not much different to a ticket to Hawaii.
Still way out of my grasp though. And his.
He wants to go home. I don't blame him. He _needs_ "home" right now. As much as i want to be part of that "home"… i can wait. i _will_ wait. as long as it takes.
The more I read these milblogs (and i probably shouldn't… if i want to stay sane) the more i feel that tug at my heart.
This is someone who means _so_ much to me. More than anything in my life, ever.
Who, i can honestly say, i could not live without now.
He is so much a part of my day, my week, my weekends, that even when i go a _day_ without talking to him, i feel lost, restless, out of kilter. itchy, like a junkie needing a fix.
Talking to him – even if it's 5 minutes before he goes to work, or hours into the night, talking shit and laughing about everything, sharing music, thoughts on things – it's like an intense boost to something that's always there, deep inside me. he's like my powerup!
I see a uniform now (whether it's out there or online or on tv, it doesn't matter) and my heart leaps. I hear an accent and i immediately think about him, and smile stupidly. i hear the word "soldier" and my ears prick and my attention swings to whoever said it.
And i hear him singing.
See his patches. His name in bold letters.
This stupid war.
The Harmonious Crow 