Daddy your a brave soldier.

daddy please dont leave us!

daddy please dont get on that bus!

daddy i pray God will protect you with all of His might

i’ll take care of momma, i promise when you go to fight.

daddy your a soldier who is very brave

i ask God every night for you to save

your going off to war in a faraway land

and for God to keep you in his hand.

daddy today i got your letter

and now i feel so much better

daddy when i think about you i cry myself to sleep at night.

daddy are YOU (gulp) … in… the Big fight?

daddy why did you have to go away?

daddy why cant you be at home and with me stay?

daddy i miss you

but i know what your doing is good and true.

daddy i know your fighting so i can live free

daddy i watch every day to see if your on the TV

daddy your fighting the bad men

whup their butts and come home then.

Love, me.

PS

daddy please dont get mad at me, that i used the word butts,

©2003.

Private Sir Andrew Bass.

I wrote this poem as if it was a child talking to his or her father gone off to fight in the war in Iraq. Just as there are thousands of fathers going off to fight in the war on terror. I know there are many children back home wanting their daddy’s to be back home safely.

Aussie, over and out.