A Letter from A Soldier to His Son

by G.S. Vigor

My son, I fear you're becoming a man
And I am not there to guide your hand
May God damn this accursed war,
but I know what I'm fighting for

My son, I want you to know I love you dearly
And, even in this hell, I want you
and your mother near me
Fret not, my son, for your dear ol' dad
Though I know my absence has made you sad

Do not hate and do not fear
those are the traits that brought me here
Listen, son; hear me well
This war I'm in is a living hell
But I'll fight on to keep us free

I'm fighting, my son, for you and me.