I own nothing. The lyrics below are from Letters From Home, by John Michael Montgomery. I thought it would be a good way to end the story. So, tell me what you thought it.


I hold it up and show my buddies,

Like we ain't scared and our boots ain't muddy,

and they all laugh,Like there's something funny bout' the way I talk

When I say: "Mama sends her best y'all."

I fold it up an' put it in my shirt,

Pick up my gun an' get back to work.

An' it keeps me driving me on,

Waiting on letters from home.