HONORING OUR VETERANS

R.E. Jones #1960177 Soldier writes love letter to wife before next mission

( 03:00 hours-forward staging area Vietnam 1963)


In the hours after midnight
In the darkness of the night

When the flickering candle lite is almost gone

I hear faraway tear drops fall when I’m all alone

I dream of yesterday and see your face

I Whisper your name and remember your warm embrace

Chantilly Lace still lingers on a ribbon from your hair

In the hours after midnight, I’m almost there



In the hours after midnight


I hear your sweet words and soft breath upon my cheek

In the darkness of the night, it’s more than words I seek

I hear, come home to me, breathed with your last kiss

The sweetness of your lips, every night I miss

Memories of tangled silken sheets still linger on my mind

In the hours after midnight, I remember the sweet wine


In the hours after midnight

Before the mornings light
Night rain slides from turning blades

The Hughie’s rotter’s chop the air

We rise above the mountains peaks

Sunrise fans across the sky

Light craws across the deck

Painting my guns with its golden rays

We watch the jungles pass below our feet

Death behind the forests leaves

While a million miles away
It’s just another day

In the hours after midnight

I’m still far away
So keep me in your prayers
Til I’m in your arms again