My Interjection

cross it my heart with my fist to a country spirit long forgotten wrapped around the wrist of some infidel American scum but the truth of the matter is they wanna go home troops that come home to shoes thrown at their face its like a long spent nightmare but real life is all they see baby killer my bottom taking orders has its flaws they do what their told not what they want so dont blame ameri-troops cuz it really isnt them