She saw me in the hospital for the first time.
My face was wrapped in bandages.
I lay in bed, out of combat but in pain.
I cry like I haven't cried in ages.

As my tears seep though the bandages,
As they sink into my scarred, burning skin,
As she looks onto me for the first time in months,
I look back, and I smile under my bandages.

I was with my battle buddies,
Somewhere in the heat of battle.
I listen to the men yell,
As I listen to the machine guns rattle.

A grenade lands nearby,
As I throw my body on top,
My men continue fighting,
As I bleed and burn.

I was airlifted home.
My body's torn and disfigured.
I'm crippled, and I look horrendous,
I don't want my wife to see me like this...