War

Strolling down the street hand on my gat, with the sun at my back ready to attack. Slow to the fight quick to react, always marching forward never looking back. 10 months in the desert not a drop of rain, only thing I've sen is suffering and pain. The weight of my gear is difficult to maintain, to end my own life I try to refrain. Another pointless battle in an unknown frontier, never making it home my only fear. Another explosion in the distance all I hear, as I push forward hoping the end is near. Watching the sun set I sit there and pray, that I will make it through yet another day. All of a sudden I see a white light and hear loud bangs, 4 more friends died with the blast of that grenade. Will I make it home I do not know, for in my countries arms lies my soul. My blood, sweat, and tears are my toll, and the hope of going home is all I know.