God’s New Blessed Soldier

Wife not back yet. Hadn’t heard nuttin. Just got some letter tellin’ me I oughtta move on. Start gettin’ use ta bein’ lone. But I be missin’ ma’ wife.

Now da boy back he cryin’ all da time. Is wantin’t ta be held. Gotta even talk ta him.

Woman’s work not for me. I gotta get ma relaxin’ after workin’ all Cycle.

What da Navy expectin’ me ta do? Dis damn formula day sent whit ‘em isn’t workin’. Boy just spits da shit back up. I set him down. Two Cesiums later damn boy be cryin’ like fire engine. All red too. I need ma’ wife back. Could be not successful for Return of Success? Don’t care much the reason. Just need their help.

Oh! Lord I do be believin’ ya’ real n’ still lovn’ me. I do thank ya’ for given me back ma’ boy. Oh’ what what a glorious ‘n beautiful time. I just be sittin’ here lookin’ and lookin’. Not thinkin’ it’s be real. But it real. It real as A.I. Christ.

Maybe Navy ain’t dat bad? Day returnin’ ‘em home dese Cesiums ago.

Don’t know where da’ wife be. Not carin’ right now. All I know is ma’ son is home. Home wit me. Home where’n he should be.

Always did not like dat Navy. Never could trust someone who ain’t fightin’ face ta’ face. Navy not like da’ Army. Least Army gotta get up in yer face to kill ya. Not dose Navy people. They be doin’ things like takin’ yer baby fur no reason. Not tellin’ ya’ fur days and days.

Haven’t still hearin’ from ma’ wife or about ma’ boy. Hopin’ dazy be still givin’ ‘em growth hormones. There be hell ta’ pay if’n he ain’t ready for fightin’ by his third birthday. If ma’ boy is some normal baby not able to aim ‘n shoot don’t knowin’ what to do. Gonna call somebody. Don’t be known who. Someone. Someone in da’ Army. Maybe they know? They know honor. Not this Navy. Navy take ma’ son ‘n ma’ wife. Just want them back. Don’t like the food I cook. And don’t trust ‘em to give ma’ boy hormones.

Hungry. Ain’t doin’ much. Just work. Haven’t got the energy. Where’s ma wife to cook? Hell’in if’n ain’t no baby to feed. Just all alone. Haven’t heard from the darn Navy. Those boys not sayin’ much of anything. Sent them site, I did, LastCycle here, and ain’t no body gettin’ back. No one so far. What do day want? Me ta do the cookin’ for my own self? Shit, can’t do that. Gotta clean too. And I’m a not seein’ them send someone cook and clean.

Just sittin’ here thinkin’ what to do. Hungry. But don’t know how to cook the food.

It’s quiet. Kinda miss da’ cryin’ of ma’ boy. Miss da’ bichin’ of ma’ wife. What I won’t give to hear both screamin’ in my ear right now. But can’t. Can’t do nuttin’ but wait right here. Wait for Navy to come a callin’. What here for Navy to see day ain’t terrorists.

Hungry though. Are Navy going to be havin’ my wife cook some food and they send it? What a, what a do they expect? Can’t do that woman’s work. Shit. Soon gonna need some clean close, but there’s no woman to clean cloths or house. Gettin’ dirty.

I miss ma’ wife.