Soldier's Last Letter - Merle Haggard, The Strangers

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

When I’d come home with mud on my feet

The captain just gave us our orders

And mom we must 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 mother’s 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 sons who are fighting tonight

And, Dear God, keep America free

I’m writing this down in a trench mom

Don’t scold if it isn’t so neat