She stares out the door,
Across her spit shined kitchen floor
Hoping that no one will come
Cause they always send brass,
When there is bad news to pass
Of husbands so far from home
It’s been most a year
She’s lived with the fear
Anguish pain and strife
It’s the toughest job in the Army
The life of a Soldier’s wife
Throughout history
Since the shoes of Tripoli
Marines are the first to fight
But they don’t issue women
Down at Pembleton
To keep you warm at night
Yet, they’ve always been there
Yellow ribbons in their hair
Waiting to learn of his plight
It’s the toughest job in the Marine Corps
The life of a leather neck’s wife
She looks to the skies
With tears in her eyes
Listening for the engine’s roar
Is her destination a missing man formation?
Will she ever hold him once more?
What will be her reaction
If he’s missing in action?
How could she get on with her life?
It’s the toughest job in the Air Force
The life of an Airman’s wife
There for you to see
Yellow ribbons in the tree
Of every house by the bay
The ships have all gone
To seas far from home
Standing in harms way
How can she survive?
If her man’s not alive
Cut down in the prime of her life
It’s the toughest job in the Navy
The life of a sailor’s wife
So when you see them off base
Any time, any place
Stop and tell them you care
And remember there’s husbands
Who also have loved ones,
Serving with pride over there
Then pray for peace
That the fighting will cease
And we can think not of death, but of life
It’s the toughest job in the service
The life of a soldier’s wife