Two months ago, I left the front
and came back home, to peace.
I try to smile and get 'back to life';
even be happy, if you please.

But every now and then I fail
and the blues come, get me.
And then I cry and let the tears fall;
but I let no one see.

Then afterwards, I dry my eyes
and make myself stay calm.
I miss the guys in my company, back there
but I no longer miss that smell of Napalm...