I
face hand to hand combat,
And
bombs from overhead,
I
assist those who are hurt,
And
mourn those who are dead…
I
meet the enemy,
Face
to face,
Will
they surrender,
Or
keep up the pace…
In
my heart and my soul,
I
know it is wrong to kill,
But
it is them or us,
And
my duty to fulfill…
Our
troops march together,
And
fly in formation overhead,
On
the ground or in the air,
We
don't know what lies ahead…
Our
flag stands for freedom,
And
some will pay the ultimate price,
We
battle to free the innocent,
How
many deaths will suffice…
I
battle the way I was taught,
My
body and bones are shattered,
Reality
is no more a thought,
And
my mind is torn and tattered…
I
march toward the sounds,
Of
bombs and gunfire,
I
can barely see or walk,
Through
the mud and mire…
I
join forces with my buddies,
I
finally reach my destination,
All
of us fighting for freedom,
Finding
comfort and consolation…
But
the battle rages on once again,
When
will all of this end,
When
the enemy's dead or surrendered,
Something
I'll always apprehend…
There's
an aura of peace,
Am
I dead or alive,
I
battled long and hard,
I
am praying to survive…
Thoughts
of home and family,
Are
racing through my mind,
The
thoughts of the war,
Are
now left behind…
The
war is over,
And
amid the devastation,
I
hear all the cries,
And
I shed tears of elation…
Surviving
was a personal battle,
It
was both bitter and sweet,
I
am marching home finally,
I
never backed down in defeat…
Support
our troops and pray they ALL come home safe…
bobemakk@optonline.net 4/4/03 ©2003
