Soldier

A fallen soldier Once I've worked so hard I couldn’t feel my hands I did it man like putting up graffiti, planned. And Then drank till I couldn’t stand… I was a warrior on a land where If you were my enemy I would spray the damn clip, that's it. A gun in my hand was nothing and I ran around like I was hovering... The battlefield was a mess but I never let the stress get the best of me. Similar to the graphics we see on TV such as in Saving Private Ryan... Except it was blood, and it was the real thing. I used to hang with my soldiers and taught them everything I knew. I stayed with my canteen and the money I was making wasn’t green. It was stained with real blood . Yet this soldier really knew how to love. I trained at boot camp so hard that I got postcards from different generals saying kid you’re something else and we’re ready for you to put a bullet through these cowards Blended through with my camoflague so well, People couldn’t compare with my living hell. I had to learn to syph gas outta tanks because I couldn’t make it to the bank My clothes were always clean on the battlefield; it was my gun that stank. I was a marksman on a mission and made it far until one day I slipped into a fox hole I was only looking out for a friend and in the end the only thing I couldn't do was make a bullet bend.