The Marked Bullet
We fight each day for our own survival
We all have our inspirations at home waiting with hope
Going through hell and back is our daily job
But there is one thing that we dare not think of at any time
The known fact that there is an enemy out there waiting
His clip loaded with a special bullet
The bullet has our name engraved in it waiting to finish us off
But the job that we chose was to protect our country before that bullet comes
So each day we march through the swamps
As the only thing we can do is pray
But we have one personal task that we must achieve
When the day that we come face to face with that bullet
We must ask ourselves one thing
Did we do our very best to fight for the man right next to us
The brother that we went through hell with and fought to protect
That is the ultimate goal of every soldier before the day that bullet comes
To protect our country, family, and brothers in arms
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