For war becomes a stark reality, when it camps on one's own doorstep.

DO YOU EVER THINK OF MOTHER?

Do you ever think of mother?
How I longed to see your face?
How I thought of you each hour?
There's no one to take your place.
How I prayed for you at twilight
When the evening shadows fall,
That our God would guide and keep you
Lest in some peril you may befall.
Son, don't forget my teachings,
Do right each and every day.
And, thank the Lord you did come back as pure and clean, sweetheart,
As the day you went away.