The Last Tour

The Last Tour

From the sound of his voice,
I knew I must sit,
the fear was grasping my heart.
I sat and listened,
trying to keep control.

"There's been an accident",
"No, he's not dead, at least that is what they think",
"It happened early yesterday,
but they don't know much, just yet".

It wasn't that long ago,
we stopped in to say goodbye.
"I wished you didn't have to go", I cried,
"I'll be back, mom", were your words to me.
"I know", I said, "I pray in one piece".

So tough, so strong,
nothing you did went wrong.
You've done this so many times.
But on this day, there was no way,
you could of stopped that bomb.
Two others and you,
ahead of the pack,
full of explosives, a dangerous run.
Lookouts you were, to protect those behind.
The next thing you knew,
up through the hummer you flew.
Twenty foot behind the explosion,
is were you landed.
The driver, your friend,
his life came to an end.
The man in the back,
found wandering in the field.
I thank God for your crew,
they came back for you,
to find you still breathing.
Seven days it took,
three times you died on your route home.
But Gods plan for you hasn't ended.
He kept watch so you can return home.
You looked not like my son,
but your eyes told me it was you.
Your brain and your heart,
were the only parts not touched,
the rest was burnt, broken, or missing.
Six months you lay, comma induced,
for the pain you could not have bared.
Parts rebuilt, parts taken or scraped,
lots of physical therapy, lots of love and care.
Two years have gone by since that awful day,
I thank God for bringing you home to your family and friends,
to start your life all over again.

This, I dedicate to my son, Master Gunny Sargent Traub, and every single person who had a hand in aiding him between Flalusha emergency camps, Germany hospital, and Bethesta hospital, for not giving up on him. Thank you and God Bless you all.