They told me he would come home today, The twenty-fourth of December twenty-thirteen, I can't wait to see him, To express my love for him. So young when he enlisted, Our love so fresh and new. Letters sent daily, I didn't expect a reply, I know he was too busy, Protecting the country, Our love and me. Sitting in the airport, People milling all around. Butterflies flutter in my stomach, Oh what will I say? The intercom just announced, The arrival of his plane. Everyone stops milling around, Gentlemen remove their hats, Respect to those who have served. My palms begin to perspire, I feel so inadequate. In walks his Captain through the gates, Eyes scanning the crowd, Resting finally upon me. He comes towards me, Letters in his hands, He greets me with a salute. "Ma'am," he whispers, "Among his belongings we found these." Handing me the letters, All addressed to me, My eyes start to tear up. Looking up, I see his platoon on each side of the gate, The first tear runs down my cheek, As one beings to play taps. In walk six more of his platoon, Carrying the flag covered coffin. I reach towards the coffin, Placing my hand atop it, Whispering to the now deaf ears, "Welcome home my love," Tears now streaming freely, "I'm glad you made it for Christmas." More tears flow as I realize, Everyone at this gate, Has their hands across their hearts, The National Anthem flowing from every mouth. (232) I was inspired to write this poem from all of the Military personnel who have lost their lives serving our country and are unable to be with their families on Christmas.