My Friend is in Iraq

Currently, I have one friend in Iraq, another in Nigeria, one in Germany, and another getting ready to leave for training in Georgia. I got two letters from my friend Chris in Iraq, a response to my last letter and a Valentine's Day card. Staring at these two items on my desk, I thought about those out there that have had to lose someone close due to war. My ex is getting ready for training in Georgia and I am so nervous that he will be sent out right away. I'm not happy about him joining. I'm not very happy with the war in general.

I.
A note.
No.
A telegram.
My fear.
A single shed tear.
Love lost.
Memory left.
War.
My heart.
Broken.
You.
No.
A flag.
Triangle.
Stars and Stripes.
Guns shooting.
For memory.
For honor.
Pain.
Too deep.
Torn.
Numb.
Soldier.
Brother.
Father.
Husband.
Mine.
Good bye.

II.
What did he do?
What did he do?
He moves on.
He moves on.
What he did do
moves on.

Shot through the heart.
Shot through the heart.
Telegram at the door.
Telegram at the door.
The telegram shot through the door
At the heart.

Soldiers and funerals full of tears.
Soldiers and funerals full of tears.
Fallen flags are folded.
Fallen flags are folded.
Folded flags are fallen tears
And funerals full of soldiers.

Mother and Father weeps.
Mother and Father weeps.
The Medals for honor held in hand.
The Medals for honor held in hand.
In hand and honor weeps
Medals for the Mother and Father.

What Father did do, Mother weeps for
In hand and honor are
Of the fallen soldiers
Shot through the heart
The telegram full of tears
At the door he moves on
Funerals, medals, and folded flags.

III.
Fill an envelope with your words
And just a few grains of sand or dirt.
Let me know that you’re ok
That you can feel my love far away.
I wait for your letter to arrive
Days and days go by.
Someone at the door
Is it me they implore?
The floor falls away
Becoming free fall.
Men in suit
Letter in hand.
Sorry Ma’am
Walk away.
Children come running
See the yellow paper.
Tears fall down little faces
Within their hearts empty spaces.
Lay in bed
Sleep and dream.
Birthdays and anniversaries
First times and baby kisses.
Shake with every shot
Men and guns in suits.
Watch as two little hands
Drop the dirt.
Not understanding
That Daddy won’t come back again.