"Dear Mama"

Dear Mama, Vietnam 1969, Christmas Eve

It's cold and raining all around, it's Christmas Eve and I'm feeling pretty down.

I'm standing here in this old bombed out church, nothing but dirt and rubble while something deep inside me hurts.

I keep thinking: What have I got to celebrate? Thousands of us sit here not knowing our faint.

Mama, today is Christmas Eve, I watched some half nude kids try to cut down a tree.

It made me keep thinking of you and wishing I were home, tonight I'm just feeling ever so alone.

I'll tell you Mama, I think I'm going to cry, I've held too many friends and watched them all die. I keep asking why God, why?

I went to visit Bud's grave today and thinking why dose everyone I love always go away?

He said he couldn't wait to go home, I guess he is, but how could he leave me all alone?

Sometimes I wonder if God really cares, yet I still know he's always there.

I just hope he hasn't forgotten about me, sometimes his plan is just too hard to see.

Mama. I'm feeling pretty blue, Mama, I'm really Missing you…

Merry Christmas