He left that day upon the bus
going to Fort Bragg
a young boy, just out of school
with one small duffel bag
he was my son, my only son
and he was just eighteen
he went to serve his countries call
and to wear the army green
He had never been away from home
but he never ask 'what for'
for when hsi country needed him
he went off to fight a war
He left his home, he left his friends
said he'd be gone awhile
the day he left, it broke my heart
for we neither one could smile
he called me in about six weeks
he was being shipped out for the middle East
where he would fight old Saddam
and he hoped there would soon be peace
he fought out in the desert
he fought all o'er the land
he fought for peace and liberty
as they called old Saddam's hand
His letters always came too slow
filled with hrdships, toil and strife
he lost his best friend there one day
and oh, how he mourned his life
He always said, 'Don't worry Mom'
what is to be will be
and I'll be home before you know it
just you wait and see
and as the planes were flying over head
he would write a little note
he would say, 'I love you Mom,and I'm ok
and that would be all he wrote
Once while I sat upon my own front porch
an Army M.P. came by
and as he started up the steps
I began to cry
he told me that my boy, my only boy
had been killed upon a raid
he told me just how brave he'd been
and for this act, he'd dearly paid
he said because of him, five soldiers lived
and how many enemies he'd slew
that made me proud but broke my heart
Oh, God what will I do
I'll never see my boy again
I'll never see his smile
but I'll meet him up in Heaven soon
in just a lttle while
he left that day upon the bus
going to Fort Bragg
just one young boy, right out of school
with one small duffel bag