He's Gone

To Lucasta, going to the Wars

Richard Lovelace

TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind,

That from the nunnery

Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind

To war and arms I fly.

True, a new mistress now I chase,

The first foe in the field;

And with a stronger faith embrace

A sword, a horse, a shield.

Yet this inconstancy is such

As thou too shalt adore;

I could not love thee, Dear, so much

Loved I not Honour more.

Of course, you must substitute a sidearm, a small boat and kevlar for "a sword, a horse, a shield."
But, I'm fine. I'm never alone. Every bed you are in is mine, even if it's a bag.....even if it's a bunk. You are with me and I am with you. I am never alone.

Fair winds and following seas, my love, and safe home to me.