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"Raye! You got a letter from that guy!"Raye jumped from her bed and ran out her room. She grasped the letter from her grandmas hands and raced back to her room. She read it. And as more came she collected each one.
Each came from the Army camps in California to Vietnam. And each one expressed his emotions for her. Sometimes sugesting that it could be love. Raye smiled at each one. She loved him so much back.
The young soldier leaned agesnt the trunk of a tree and began writing his eighth letter to her. His buddies were doing the same thing. Writing letters to their wives or girfriends.
Later as they were marching down the sand coated path, guns rang off and this man fell tot he ground. Everyone surrounded the wounded boy and the young soldier dropped to his knees to help his friends.
The others held the guns to their faces and franticly tried to find out where the enemies were trying to ambush from.
"Hey come on buddy....come on......you can make it." He leaned his friend up so he sat.
"Pl-please tell Martha that I love her....please?"his friend mutterd taking each breath sharply. The soldier shook his head franticly.
"No, No....come on....don't talk like that. Don't okey? Now your gonna survie this war and go home a hero okey? So shut up about dying."
His friend looked at him sadly.
"You go back to that girl........you be the hero."His friend closed his eyes. "As for me........I'm happy to die this way."The traveling soldier closed his eyes too and dropped his friend. He stopped breathing.
He saluted.
"You make a perfect soldier."the young man whisperd.
"Come on! They found a camp, let's go!"The boys all jumped up and followed their captain.
The young soldier took one last look at his buddy and held back tears.
"You made a great brother too."
Raye jumped up when the phone rang. She came running down the hall in her jean shorts, yellow tanktop and socks.
"Hello?"she asked as she grabbed the phone.
"Oh, yeah hold a sec. please. MOM! Phone!!"she called out. She raced back to her room to read the soldiers latest letter.
She smiled through most of it but kind of frowned at the part that he couldn't write for awhile.
"Just be safe."she whisperd.
~So the letters came From an army camp In California then Vietnam And he told her of his heart It might be love All of the things he was so scared of Said when it's gettin kinda rough over here I think about that day sittin' down at the pier And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile Don't worry but I won't be able to write for a while
I cried Never gonna hold the hand of another guy Too young for him they told her Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier Our love will never end Waitin' for the soldier to come back again Never more to be alone When the letter says a soldier's coming home
(Martie's fiddle break - Emily's dobro break)
"Raye! You got a letter from that guy!"Raye jumped from her bed and ran out her room. She grasped the letter from her grandmas hands and raced back to her room. She read it. And as more came she collected each one.
Each came from the Army camps in California to Vietnam. And each one expressed his emotions for her. Sometimes sugesting that it could be love. Raye smiled at each one. She loved him so much back.
The young soldier leaned agesnt the trunk of a tree and began writing his eighth letter to her. His buddies were doing the same thing. Writing letters to their wives or girfriends.
Later as they were marching down the sand coated path, guns rang off and this man fell tot he ground. Everyone surrounded the wounded boy and the young soldier dropped to his knees to help his friends.
The others held the guns to their faces and franticly tried to find out where the enemies were trying to ambush from.
"Hey come on buddy....come on......you can make it." He leaned his friend up so he sat.
"Pl-please tell Martha that I love her....please?"his friend mutterd taking each breath sharply. The soldier shook his head franticly.
"No, No....come on....don't talk like that. Don't okey? Now your gonna survie this war and go home a hero okey? So shut up about dying."
His friend looked at him sadly.
"You go back to that girl........you be the hero."His friend closed his eyes. "As for me........I'm happy to die this way."The traveling soldier closed his eyes too and dropped his friend. He stopped breathing.
He saluted.
"You make a perfect soldier."the young man whisperd.
"Come on! They found a camp, let's go!"The boys all jumped up and followed their captain.
The young soldier took one last look at his buddy and held back tears.
"You made a great brother too."
Raye jumped up when the phone rang. She came running down the hall in her jean shorts, yellow tanktop and socks.
"Hello?"she asked as she grabbed the phone.
"Oh, yeah hold a sec. please. MOM! Phone!!"she called out. She raced back to her room to read the soldiers latest letter.
She smiled through most of it but kind of frowned at the part that he couldn't write for awhile.
"Just be safe."she whisperd.
~So the letters came From an army camp In California then Vietnam And he told her of his heart It might be love All of the things he was so scared of Said when it's gettin kinda rough over here I think about that day sittin' down at the pier And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile Don't worry but I won't be able to write for a while
I cried Never gonna hold the hand of another guy Too young for him they told her Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier Our love will never end Waitin' for the soldier to come back again Never more to be alone When the letter says a soldier's coming home
(Martie's fiddle break - Emily's dobro break)
