Terry D. Sutherland

APO SAN FRANCISCO 96250

I remember the days of postage “FREE”
Of perfumed letters you sent
Pictures of you and family
Sometimes a way for you to vent

Your letters didn't come too often
For a soldier stuck in war
Most letters were meant to soften
When the distance was so far

I never ever revealed
The things we really did
I only wrote of you and sealed
The terror that we hid

I'm thankful now you persevered
And wrote me the whole time I was there
You eased the pain and eased the fear
And insured me that you cared