In the hazy Sunday morning
Mike came back home
Solitary
The bag on his back
Never weighed him down
As he marched home
The parents' eyes teary
For he made it again home
Unlike most who fell
And their bodies wasted
Infront of the foes eyes
The hard face he wore
The distant look in his eyes
Spelt resilience amidst pain
'son welcome home,you made it'
The magic in the parents words
Relieved a heart so heavy
'You've done family and country proud'