Six hours gone...
Yet it seems so long.
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On a plane,
Delayed along the way.
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All I want for today,
is to have you come back home.
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Cambat training and
schooling at hand.
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I wish you could be here,
so you could hold me near.
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Standing proud in your dress blues,
your dreams are finally coming true.
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Who am I, to take that away?
It still doesn't change though,
that I want you to stay.
~~~
Semper Fi.
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