To the one that I love who will soon be my wife. <br />I write from a land filled with trouble and strife. <br />Just marking the days passing by oh so slow <br />`till I`m there beside you then they will all know, <br />though we were apart, you were true to my love, <br />proving that I, am the hand to your glove. <br />Neil went home last week at the end of his tour, <br />no more patrols will he have to endure. <br />He wants me for best man when he marries Gill <br />I hope you don`t mind but I`ve told him I will. <br /> <br /> <br />Jack is here with me and sends his regards <br />he`s talking just now to the frontier guards. <br />I`m sat here alone, writing these notes to you, <br />Rick`s watching the crowd I must keep him in view! <br />Only two weeks to go, then I hang up my hat! <br />Hello someone is coming perhaps for a chat <br />He looks A Ok but I`ll be on my toes <br />the way that things are, one just never knows! <br />Though he is smiling and filled with aplomb <br />There`s always the chance he could carry a b- <br /> <br /> <br />I forward this letter with deepest regret <br />for his loved one to cherish, and never forget, <br />His thoughts were of you, right up to the end <br />counting the days until your lives would blend. <br />He was a good soldier and gave of his best <br />never a murmur `mongst all this unrest. <br />The friends he has left will never forget <br />the time spent together, their lives under threat. <br />He gave for his country the most that he could <br />His time on this earth, his body, his blood. <br /> <br />Copyright B Hough 2009<br /><br />George Bernard Hough<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/his-last-letter/
