Letras: Tilt. Collect 'Em All. Dear Wife.

No my darling have no fear, I'll see you by and by, I trust in my =
commander and my brothers in arms, the chaplain reassures us, that god =
is on our side, and I will write to you every day, I will keep you =
informed. Dear wife-I can feel your arms about my neck, life like-the =
image of you crying at the gate. Dear wife-your photo is a sheild over =
my heart. My life-depends upon the memory of your face. We landed on the =
shore today, no enemy in sight, we are strong and confident that our =
training is complete, we set up camp and cleaned our guns and sang away =
the night, and yours by far the loveliest of all the pictures seen. I =
can barely write today now things have gone awry, a man who was a friend =
to me is dead and many more, I had to do a dreadful thing to make it =
back alive, why am I the only one to send back into war? So tell me dear =
the color of your eyes, I cannot remember the glimmer of your hair, you =

were a guiding light emblazoned on my mind, but death has led me far =
away and I don't seem to care. Dear god I am betrayed today, my brothers =
are insane, our leaders have abandoned us and turned us loose to kill, =
they behave like animals and I behave the same, why should I try to =
survive when I don't have the will? Dear wife the tempo of my death is =
beating down, why hide? Relief awaits me I cannot escape, dear wife-your =
photo is a dead thing to me now, my life-is wasted like the memory of =
your face.
Submitted by: Mel