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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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"I will always love you, Even though I must depart. I leave with you my memory, And leave with you my heart. Today we got our orders- To a land across the sea. I dare not hope that you will wait- For what may never be. They tell me that the jungle- Is a place of sudden death! In fact, I'm nearly sickened, When I smell it's fetid breath. A product of West Texas, The sagebrush and the sand. I hate the humid tropics, Of this Southeast Asian land." I placed the bloody journal- Into an envelope... To mail home with the letter, That would shatter someone's hope. And wondered of the sweetheart, And, now, what would she do? And would a grieving Mother... Show to her, that "I love you"? |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Now did you just listen to Paul Harvey as well, about the lost letter? I was going to write of it, but see that you have, and best leave it to you... thank you, GS... |
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