The friends we did make
from ship to shore
were very short as they
were gone so quickly
never to be seen no more.
Some of them died
right there on the ground
others were found miles around.
Pieces all thrown from here to there
putting that puzzle together
was a chore.
Loving them was not possible
as they would be taken quickly.
Doing your job was all that you
got m16 in one hand and a grenade
all set ready to pop at the
littlest threat.
Watching from dusk to dawn
making safety your number
one pawn.
Days would go by
months and years
soon your home but
your body is still there.
Seeing the damage the
devastation and all pieces
of body friends blown up
coworkers, doctors all gone
in a second no rest for me.
If i want to succeed
freedom is my cry.
My life i must not die,
so vigilantly i watch
over all the land
m16, grenade in my hand.
This is my cry for the
military live no longer to die.
I am for my family
that is my new cry.