So long son, the time has come
for you to go to Viet Nam.
We're told our country is not at war,
but still your ship is leaving shore.
One more marine to do his best
to rid us of the communist.
When things are settled and
there
is no
threat,
I pray for the return of
my
leatherneck.
The pride you've given me
through
the years,
is helping mother hold
back her
tears.
The fears I have, I'll try to hide
and
pray
that God is by your side.
Remember that I miss you dear,
and maybe it won't be a year,
before I see that handsome smile,
that I have loved
for a long,
long, while.
MOM (NORMA J. GEISTEL)