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I'll
tell you a story about my friend,
A friend that was there through every day.
A friend that could never be replaced,
Never, there is no possible way.
His name is Jason, and he is my sibling,
A friend to the end, even from afar.
I miss him very much, and he misses me,
He's in the Marines, and he's gone to war.
He's in Iraq, and has faced a few men
I worry about him, and say prayers each day.
When my parents get letters they make such a fuss,
And when they read bad news, we pray, pray, pray.
Sometimes I want to go over there
And wrap my arms 'round him tight,
And squeeze, squeeze, squeeze as tight as I can,
And cry at my eye's first sight.
But that can't happen, for you see,
He is there, and I am here,
No contact to my beloved brother ...
No contact to my loved one dear.
So you see, I'm in much pain,
For I can't make or break the space,
Between me and my beloved brother,
To meet Corporal Lacey, "Face to Face".
Author
Jacob Scott Lacey
Graphic design
and animation created and ©Copyright by Ruth
Ann Mahaffey. April, 2003
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