War Bride

Erin M, 15 Tatamagouche

She's my beautiful war bride,
When I left, she cried
And tore my heart open wide.
I don't know what she'd do if I died
But if I did, it would be with pride.

Being here in this bloody mess,
I can't forget her in that lovely dress.
My wife and kids home in fear,
Bombs and gunshots are all I hear.

I just need to tell my wife the words I said,
On that lovely day we wed,
Just go home to look to the good things ahead,
And forget this war I dread.

I hope she gets the letters I write.
I just don't want to die tonight
I pray I'll wake to see the light.

The words echo in my ears "bomb overhead".
My pal looks at me: "Does this mean we're dead"?
I hope that I won't have to fight,
After this fright filled night,
I pray this is the last bomb they'll ignite.

I want to go home the best, I hope I don't die here with the rest.
Does freedom have to be a contest?

I pray this will come to an end.
I've lost my very best friend,
All because our county we must defend.
I'm hurt, I'm not strong, I can't pretend.

The last five years have been anything but fun.
It's over now - we fought, we won,
The war everyone will remember
On the eleventh of November.