We call our men heroes after they're dead
After they've all been buried with stones at their heads
But years later we forget they existed
And a letter's in the mail saying a new boy's been enlisted
Crawling through grass with shots up ahead
The gun on his back feels as heavy as lead
The man on his right has fear in his eyes
Cause the enemy's waiting to end their lives
For the past few months he's been living in fear
As he wonders how the hell he even got here
Yesterday his best friend died in his arms
And reality him with terror and alarm
Now he's shaking as he lies there and waits
Driving away thoughts of what could be his fate
Sometimes he wonders why he bothers to try
Cause he knows he could well be the next one to die
Quick as a flash there's a shot from behind
And the pain's enough to make him go blind
He collapses to the ground as the last thing he hears
Is the loud ringing of fire in his ears
Now all he is is another white cross
Among all the others, his name becomes lost
He's one more of those heroes who fought for his life
A soldier whose purpose was only to fight
