March 13, 75 - April 20, 2004
The soilders eyes stared straight ahead
As the Greyhound bus rolled down the road
He was returning to his long lost life
To his family, his friends, his home
Besides the army green duffle bag
This man carried baggage beyond belief
The bus had disappeared down the road
He could barely hear a sound
Glancing around, something caught his eye
It was a young man all dressed in white
He held out his hand as if to welcome him
It was a strange and unsettling sight
The man said, welcome Private
I've been waiting twenty years or more
I've watched you grow, from boy to man
I'm very proud you must know for sure
The soldier took the young man's hand
Smiled and gave an approving nod
They both were lifted up through the clouds
Where the soilder saw the face of God
His soul was free, for all eternity
It couldn't be held captive in a man made grave
Scott Vallely Soldier Memorial Fund