American Hero
Drop down,
hit the ground,
you hear the sound,
your enemy bound.
Stand up,
lock and load,
be careful now,
everythings about to explode.
No sudden movements,
stay as quiet as can be,
don't give away your position,
remember, blind men cant see.
Now slowly creep forward,
toward the dangers ahead,
try not to show,
the fear and the dread.
Inside your freaking out,
as you enter enemy territory,
and this feeling cant compare,
to any classic war story.
Your hurt and sad,
you feel all alone,
but buck up young soldier,
for soon you'll be home.
It might not be,
the home were hoping for,
but heaven's nice,
and Gods waiting at the door.
So clear your head,
don't think anymore,
you'll need all your senses,
to win this war.
Copyright © Amanda Turnure | Year Posted 2012
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