At eighteen years of age,
Contemplating the possibilities...
Thank you American soldiers
Your dedication is much obliged...
I held a gun in my hand
A frightful fear of mine...
Theres a someone inside of me
that is yearning to be let out...
He sits down, helmet in his lap
dust in the air fills his view...
I could never imagine life without you
i wouldn't be able to go on...
The heroes of our country,
are the ones who fight for us...
Inside the hole is dark and freezing
as I try to go to sleep...
Courage
Stands tall...
I know this letter would mean nothing to you
But I really need to tell you something...
Purely Simplistic
Of what reality...
A misty haze, the fog of war,
Ringing ears, a constant roar...