But few things matter anymore,
Here, where Home’s denied us;
Yet, those few things, while small, perhaps,
Are fighting here, beside us.
A letter from Mom, or a note from Sis,
Or a cheery scrawl from Father–
I, for a time, am Home again:
I’m sure it’s worth their bother.
It may have been word from the Only Girl
That made today outstanding,
Or a letter from a friend who has
Uncommon understanding.
A soldier’s no greater than his morale–
Which is easy enough to better:
You folks at home can win this war–
Sit down and write a letter!
by Ray Romine Thursday, August 19, 1943
