Picaresque

Sixteen military wives Thirty-two softly focused, brightly colored eyes Staring at the natural tan Of thirty-two gently clenching wrinkled little hands Seventeen company men Out of which only twelve will make it back again Sergeant sends a letter to

I'm an engine driver on a long run, on a long run. Would I were beside her: she's a long one, such a long one. And if you don't love me, let me go. And if you don't love me, let me go. I'm a county lineman on the high line, on the high line. So will