Phil

Dear Cheryl,

 

Mama mined it.

 

Wrapped a bomb and
a baby in a blanket.
Blew two grunts to
smither-fuckin’-eens.

 

Whoever heard of a baby booby-trap?

 

Capt’n says we’re fighting Commies
so our sons and daughters can crap
in a flush toilet.

 

All I want to do is come home in one piece
and make babies and live a quiet life in a
time and place without war.

 

With love, Phil

 

P.S. I hope I never get used to this.