War Is Hurting Me

Dear my love back at home,
It’s hard surviving out here,
Every second my eyes get blurry and I can’t see clear,
My gear is all muddy and I really miss my little buddy.
I wish I never came here…
I felt a lot of fear in this big trench.
My bench is covered in mud,
All I can think of is going home,
But all of my clothes are covered in stone,
When I get up in the morning there will always be one year left.
So until then...
I’ll see you soon love from John.