There’s a dream that is in my head.

About a place I have often said.

I would live until the day I die.

Beneath quiet forest and a windswept sky.

This place is a valley so serene.

It is surrounded by evergreens.

It is where I want to make my home.

But my future is not my own.

For now, Uncle Sam has a hold on me.

Until my tour is over,…