Loving a soldier is not always gay,
And what of the price that you must pay....
It's mostly living, but not to behold,
It's being young, and feeling old.

It's sending a letter, with an upside down stamp,
It's a far away love, in a far away camp.
It's being in love with merely your dreams....
It brings thoughts of Heaven, where love light gleams.

You wish it were possible for them to phone,
And want them to say, "I'm on my way home".
And when they come, the laughing together,
Unconscious of people, time and weather...

It's having them whisper their love for you,
It's whispering back, that you love them too.
Then comes a kiss, a promise of love....
Knowing you're watched by God up above.

Reluctantly, painfully letting them go....
While you're dying inside, wanting them so.
Days go by, no letter for a spell....
You wait for word that all is well.

When the letter comes, you shiver with joy....
And act like a child with a shiny toy.
It's loving a soldier, the one you adore....
It's hating the world, yourself, and the war.

It's going to church to kneel and pray....
And really meaning everything you say.
And though you know they're far away,
You love them more and more each day.

Loving a soldier is bitterness and tears....
It's loneliness, sadness and unfound fears.
Loving a soldier is not really fun....
But it's worth the price, when the battle is won.


© Wayne ~ 1950
submitted by T. J. Newby