I'm writing this down in a trench mom, don't scold if it isn't so neat, the way that you did, when I was a kid and I'd come home with mud on my feet. The captain just gave us our orders, and mom we will carry them through, and I'll finish this letter the first chance I get, but for now I'll just say I love you. Then the mothers old hands began to tremble, and she fought against tears in her eyes. But they came unashamed for there was no name, and she knew that her soldier had died. Then the mother knelt down by her bedside, and she prayed Lord above hear my plea, and protect all the boys who are fighting tonight, and dear God, keep America free.(fade out)I'm writing this down.....