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A letter home never to arrive.



Dear Mom



I can"t as usual say much,

But I am good and feeling well.

We are on this crazy mission,

It involves the most strange of military personnel.



They are without doubt a strange and mad outfit,

But they wear the same combats,

We are supposed to keep them safe,

They go by the name The Tunnel Rats.



They go beneath the ground

Searching Charlie out.

Tunnels have been found

Where the enemy can almost walk about.



These guys really are quite mental,

Sometimes the tunnels collapse

Other times they don"t come back

We think because of traps.



Anyhow, I aint had to kill nobody yet

Though I have fired off my gun.

I kinda hope it was my volley

That made them critters run!



R and R is good

They fill us up with steaks

And I thank you for the lotion

It really helps my aches.



Hope big Sis is well

An the beauty parlour"'"s busy ,

I bet the fact there is no young men left

Is sending her in a tizzy!



Tell Paw my nerve is holding fine

An I hope I make him proud,

This War it will be won

I shout that out so loud!



The other day I spoke some words,

To a Tunnel Rat, man he made me think,

He said that when he was beneath the ground

He swore he could hear Charlie blink.



Well, what more can I say

Apart from I love you Mom,

I hope to hear from you soon

Your loving son



Tom.



Thomas Elliott was killed

In action November fifth

1969.