All I've seen since the day you left

Is an image of your tan, freckled face

Brown eyes

Pointed nose

And a crooked smile that no one could replace

Army green crayons and paste

As our five year old daughter tries to replicate

The uniform you wear in war

The foliage you hide in in horror

You stay strong

You continue on

You fall

You get back up

But this is the first time I've doubted I could make it through the rough

You've contacted us everyday

Or at every chance you got

We've Skyped,

We've typed,

We've called and you've sometimes picked up

But for a couple weeks now

There hasn't been a word

And, babe, it's scaring me to death

That no one seems to have heard

I've been hiding the news from our baby Lily

It terrifies me to bring it up

Just write me the second you get a chance

-You Wife, with all her love