One of my Marines wrote this Poem

I clutch to your every resonance as though they were your last.You continue to utter the exact words my soul desires.I crave more, I want more!Some instances I feel remorse. I feel more than regret.The distance frustrates me.I must stay focused, I tell myself.I worry, can you handle it? A temporary leash applied at will.A letter size paper, 4 bold digits above. Your voice, secluded to a telephone