Mama, I'm Comin' Home

Don't worry, Mama. The fighting ain't too bad here. Maybe fifty miles up the line, they got it hard. But we're all fine here, just a little sick is all. A little tired. Feelin' kinda weary. Don't worry, don't worry... I'll be home before you can count five, Danya. I'm comin' home, Malenkaya. I'll be there to help polish the silver, and Mama, I can almost see the candles burnin'. Mama, I'm comin' home....