Goodnight my darling, you're my sweet, sweet love,
From my bunker under the stars above.
Just to hold you in my arms again,
To kiss you lips, I try to remember when.

I wish that I could leave this horrid place,
Hold you tight, and gaze into your face,
When I'm down and out and feeling blue,
I know you'll wait because our loves so true.

Tell the family, that I miss them so,
It seems I left you, oh so long ago.
You're in my heart and soul each and every day,
I've had a long and trying time today.

Goodnight, my love, from Iraq, so far away,
I pray to God that I make it through the day.

Philip Lore

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