The following anonymous poem says something about love and feelings. Dear Mom and Dad, The War is done, my task is through. But Mom there is something great I must ask of you. I have a friend - oh such a friend He has no home you see. And so Mom, I would really like to bring him home with me. Dear Son, We don't mind if someone comes home with you. I'm sure he can stay with us, perhaps a week or two. Dear Mom and Dad, There is something you must know, now please don't be alarmed. My friend in a battle recently, was hurt and lost an arm. Dear Son, Don't be ashamed to bring him home with you. Perhaps he can stay and visit for a day or two. Dear Mom and Dad, Before you give your answer, Mom, I really don't want to beg. But my friend fought in a battle in which he lost a leg. Dear Son, It hurts to say my answer must be no. For Dad and I have no time for a boy who is crippled so. So the months go by, a letter comes, it says your son has died. And when they read the cause of death, the shock was suicide. Days later when the casket comes, draped in our country's flag, they saw their son lying there without an arm or leg.