I am a small and precious child,
My dad’s been sent to fight.
The only place I’ll see his face,
Is in my dreams at night.
He will be gone too many days,
For my young mind to keep track.
I may be sad, but I am proud,
My daddy’s got your back.

I am a caring mother,
My son has gone to war.
My mind is filled with worries,
That I have never known before.
Everyday I try to keep,
My thoughts from turning black.
I may be scared but I am proud,
My son has got your back.

I am a strong and loving wife,
With a husband soon to go.
There are times I am terrified,
In a way most will never know.
I bite my lip and force a smile,
As I watch my husband pack.
My heart may break but I am proud,
My husband’s got your back.

I am a soldier,
Serving proudly, standing tall.
I fight for freedom, yours and mine,
By answering this call.
I do my job while knowing,
The thanks it sometimes lacks.
Say a prayer that I’ll come home,
It’s me who’s got your back.

-Author Unknown

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