Solo-Soldier Chronicles
Barren land, surround by sand, only my platoon to watch my back;
Who would have thought, I would have fought; look now I'm standing in Iraq.
People dying, soldiers crying, how did all this come to be?
What the heck, last time I checked, I was driving in Germany.
Hearts are racing, soldiers chasing, this is becoming a crazy fight;
This sector hot, I've been shot, are they really trying to take my life?
Adrenaline flowing, now I am going, using all the skills taught to me for such a day;
Shoulders on fire, I'm getting tired; but some one is really going to pay.
Think this through, what to do, can't run into the dark on my own;
This wound hurts, but dying is worst, can't imagine my son all alone.
M-4 cocked, took my first shot, Wait! Did that guy just hit the ground?
Do what I do, the killing not cool, I vomit, I think I want to go home now.
This is some crazy stuff, the times are rough, I am glad that this fight has finally stopped.
Time to regroup, bandaged and recoup; WHAT! Our staff sergeant has been shot.
Whoa! I'm next in line, my time to shine, never thought I would see one of our own die.
Back at base; this is an awful place, Browne you're promoted; I ask Allah WHY?
That night we wept, no one slept, I prayed as any Muslim is supposed to pray;
Platoon looks at me strange, I Muslim that won't change, get some sleep tomorrows a new day.
Copyright © Leo Black Phoenix Browne | Year Posted 2008
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