Love Poem: A Letter Home Never Sent.
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Written by: Ned Flanders

A Letter Home Never Sent.

A letter home never to arrive. 

Dear Mom 

I can"t as usual say much, 
But I am good and feeling well. 
We are on this crazy mission, 
It involves the most strange of military personnel. 

They are without doubt a strange and mad outfit, 
But they wear the same combats, 
We are supposed to keep them safe, 
They go by the name The Tunnel Rats. 

They go beneath the ground 
Searching Charlie out. 
Tunnels have been found 
Where the enemy can almost walk about. 

These guys really are quite mental, 
Sometimes the tunnels collapse 
Other times they don"t come back 
We think because of traps. 

Anyhow, I aint had to kill nobody yet 
Though I have fired off my gun. 
I kinda hope it was my volley 
That made them critters run! 

R and R is good 
They fill us up with steaks 
And I thank you for the lotion 
It really helps my aches. 

Hope big Sis is well 
An the beauty parlour"'"s busy , 
I bet the fact there is no young men left 
Is sending her in a tizzy! 

Tell Paw my nerve is holding fine 
An I hope I make him proud, 
This War it will be won 
I shout that out so loud! 

The other day I spoke some words, 
To a Tunnel Rat, man he made me think, 
He said that when he was beneath the ground 
He swore he could hear Charlie blink. 

Well, what more can I say 
Apart from I love you Mom, 
I hope to hear from you soon 
Your loving son 

Tom. 

Thomas Elliott was killed 
In action November fifth 
1969.