I'm not sure if this is where to post this, and sorry if it isn't...
It's a poem I wrote today out of boredom...
Why am I here?
As I lay here tonight,
I wait for the light.
I think of our fate,
Surrounded by hate.
Why am I here?
Tomorrow I ship home,
Tonight I feel so alone.
My warm heart starts to race,
I miss the look of your beautiful face.
Why am I here?
The base alarm starts blaring,
My bunk-mate runs out swearing.
I reach out for my only gun,
These fights really are no fun.
Why am I here?
The tracers seem to hover,
As I leap for a piece of cover.
Soon a lot less gunfire sounds,
Many good men dead on the ground.
Why am I here?
I hear grown men crying
from the pains of dying.
Must get home alive
to our little son of five.
Why am I here?
I feel a sharp pain in my chest.
A severed artery at the best.
As I'm drained of life,
I think my dying thought,
how much freedom for my wife,
Has this sacrifice bought?
That's why I'm here.
It's a poem I wrote today out of boredom...
Why am I here?
As I lay here tonight,
I wait for the light.
I think of our fate,
Surrounded by hate.
Why am I here?
Tomorrow I ship home,
Tonight I feel so alone.
My warm heart starts to race,
I miss the look of your beautiful face.
Why am I here?
The base alarm starts blaring,
My bunk-mate runs out swearing.
I reach out for my only gun,
These fights really are no fun.
Why am I here?
The tracers seem to hover,
As I leap for a piece of cover.
Soon a lot less gunfire sounds,
Many good men dead on the ground.
Why am I here?
I hear grown men crying
from the pains of dying.
Must get home alive
to our little son of five.
Why am I here?
I feel a sharp pain in my chest.
A severed artery at the best.
As I'm drained of life,
I think my dying thought,
how much freedom for my wife,
Has this sacrifice bought?
That's why I'm here.