Alone, empty, and done with life
I look to my soldier
But he's not there for me
Its not by his choice
I know if he could
He's be here beside me
Instead of over there
Over with the dust
The dry heat and spiders
With days full of death
Of war and of fighting
If only he were given a choice
I know the choice he'd make
But instead he'll stay
And serve his country
With respect and with honor
Because he is a soldier
And that is his duty
And I wouldn't have it any other way
I love you Michael Nicholas Strout! You are my Angel and I am your Buffy, and I will love you forever and ever!
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