Every time the phone beeps,
His wife is hoping a call from him.
They had a small baby,
Waiting for Daddy to return.
Every time there is a letter,
His mother open it with her hands trembling.
She is sick and weak,
But in her eyes there lies a a dream.
The news is displeasing,
But still his Dad watch with hope.
He is old now,
And walks with a stick.
News from the war zones,
Turns them yellow.
There are more and more stories,
Of wife,mother and father of all those missing soldiers.