Letters from Home
I absolutely adore the mentality of the armed forces. I think it's because I'm a super-loyal person, and so I like that in others. I also like that it doesn't necessarily have an explanation. I like men who do what they do because it has to be done. And I like men who do things because it feels right, and that's all the reason they need. And women. Speaking of. G.I. Jane is really really hot. Sorry. Random interjection... me and I guess Meaghan and Jessica were talking about her the other day... maybe Shareese too, I can't remember. Okay, it was more like I was talking about her, and they were looking at me like I was a freak. Which may or may not be true.*
Back on topic... soldiers rock. I admire them absolutely. Most of them. I also love my country very much, no matter how screwed up we are. And my state. I'm a super-loyal to pretty much anything I'm part of... unless they really piss me off... even then, I have to consciously separate myself from the thing, because I still have those strings attached.
This song makes me cry. I love it oh so much; definitely gonna be a long-term favorite, too.
My dearest son it's almost June, I hope this letter catches up with you,
And finds you well.
It's been dry but they're callin for rain, and every thing is the same ol' same,
In Johnsonville.
Your stubborn old daddy ain't said too much, but I'm sure you know he sends his love.
And she goes on... in a letter from home
I hold it up and show my buddies, like we aint scared and our boots ain't muddy.
And they all laugh, like there's somethin' funny, 'bout the way I talk
When I say "Mama sends her best, y'all."
I fold it up and put it in my shirt, pick up my gun and get back to work.
And it keeps me drivin' on...
Waitin' on letters from home.
My dearest love it's almost dawn, I've been layin' here all night long
Wonderin' where you might be.
I saw your Mama and I showed her the ring, man on the television said something
So I couldn't sleep.
But I'll be all right, I'm just missin' you, and this is me kissin' you-
X's and O's... in a letter from home.
I hold it up and show my buddies, like we ain't scared and our boots ain't muddy.
And they all laugh, cause she calls me honey, but they take it hard
'Cause I don't read the good parts.
I fold up and put it in my shirt, pick up my gun and get back to work.
And it keeps me drivin' on...
Waitin' on letters from home.
Dear son, I know I ain't written, but sittin' here tonight alone in the kitchen,
It occurs to me...
I might not have said it so I'll say it now. Son, you make me proud.
I hold it up and show my buddies, like we aint scared and our boots aint muddy.
But no one laughs, 'cause there aint nothin' funny when a soldier cries...
And I just wipe my eyes.
I fold it up and put it in my shirt, pick up my gun and get back to work.
And it keeps me drivin' on...
Waitin' on, letters from home.
*Knowing that you, Reader, are probably now preparing some wonderfully intelligent and highly accurate anti-war, anti-Bush, anti-Republican something-or-other, I'm including this disclaimer. This has nothing to do with the current situation. I'm not saying that I'm for what's going on, because I'm not. I'm not saying I'm against what's going on, because I'm not. But that's not what this is about. So there. Don't hand me anything negative. Thanks!