Combat

I remember that day and never looking back I said goodbye to my family and grabbed my duffel bag Im off to be a hero just like my grandfather and my dad Im going to fight for America Im going to become a man I will make you all proud by protecting all your dreams Generations of battles war nerve pumping throughout my veins Familiar echoing war drum beating inside from my angry heart No sooner than I am deployed the blood shed and death will start Nothing could prepare me for the violence I would see I met death with my first kill, and made a deal with inhumanity My first experience of occupation I fired at every moving car The rules of engagement were simple kill everything both near and far Giving candy to little kids all named Michel Jackson, but not to win hearts But to use them as human shields against the enemy insurgent charge Women and child seperated from their husbands and father We were lethal shepherds in armor hurding the lambs into the slaughter Still to this day when I close my eyes their screams become my ghost Eight months inside the hole, I lost myself, I lost all of my hope My dreams become a horror for my nightmares have now over filled And from my cup and my eyes their blood will be poured and spilled I look at a tattered picture of my own family back at home But can not smile or remember or I too will come undone Numb by design, programmed in fear, and not to feel Compassion has left me alone, I am cold organic steel Casualties of war are corpses I ran over in the valleys and the fields Im a killing machine a 1014 an M16 are the swords that I weild A modern day holocaust ordered to kill anything posing a threat But when getting fired upon from a crowd its hard to identify a target Lock and load Little Elvis once again it's time to kill Weapons forged against us lay in the terrain and hides in the hills RPG fires into defending walls as bullets fire screaming past my head Machine gunners leveled that f@@#ing building while my comrades are laying dead Adrenalin pumping fuels the plans for my next attack Hot flashes of steel pierces my skin as shrapnel shreds through my flak People who were in prayer were no safer from their deaths Bodies still burning, in pieces, or taking their final breath Children run through my site with tears inside their innocent stripped eyes She was no older than ten as she watched her little brother die Deafened ears fall upon me, blood now is my fate Hell is abroad in this desolate God forsaken place Soldiers took trophy pictures of their faces with the dead Who is the enemy I wonder, this doesn't make any sense The boy who left home to become a man he never did come back His soul still wanders the Tigris River lost forever to Combat For all of my fallen friends, heroes, and families. You are always with me and will see you soon