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THE MAJOR'S MAIL CALL (1st Place National Award VA's Festival of Arts 2016)
Like Santa Claus, I drop the sack
Letters from the "World", I sort and stack
Some familiar some new, as I flip through the mass
Some special for Marines, missing or killed in the act
Vietnam, my job, the mail takes care
Then I see the letter, scent fills the air
The handwriting so perfect, the black ink so clear
The blue-green envelope smells sweet and dear
She doesn't yet know, the word just around
The Major's mission, must have met ground
He"s the XO, I look up to, all give him respect
I stare long and hard at the letter, and cock my neck
And reflect on the times, I handed him the stack
Blue-green on top, in his chair he'd lean back
His feet found their way, to the crate called his desk
With a smile he'd thank me, I'd deliver the rest
Leaving him to read the letter, scented so sweet
Now I wonder how many years, she will weep
Not knowing the fate, of her man so dear
Missing in Action, must be every love's fear
The cross on the wall, not yet removed
The Major's Mail Call, death not proved
