At midnight
In the moonlight
I’ve been seeing her reflection
From across this lonesome ocean
Tied to serving in my battalion

In the bloody pools of the dogfights
Among the screams and sighs
Through the endless stretch of the grave sites
I see my love and dream of peaceful times

I remember
It was morning, got the word
Grab my bag and bible

Celia whispers
Upper lip curled barely heard
“You go but you be careful”

In the clicking quick of the gunfights
With [bad word] on every side
O’er the kamikaze nosedives
I see my love and dream of peaceful times

If I don’t survive
Should it be my time
To shut my eyes
And give me to the darkness
Of the ever other side
No longer am I scared of it
All at once
I’ll fall into Celia’s warm embrace
And when I do
It will be worth the price