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.