I was eighteen old and wanting to fight I found what I for, in bars late at night I on the big guys, the small ones as well They were all tough, as far as I tell Now fighting trouble as it always does people take note, when the blood starts to The police came around and me what comes When a fight turns into a kill
An angry young man, proud of my I joined up the army and trained how not to be They me I'd fight to keep us all free So that we'd never to "bend the knee" They me in weapons, unarmed combat too On how to use and what they could do And how to take cover behind rocks and They me to find bombs and those I E D's
So step up to the plate boys, start the flag be all draped with medals when it's all in the bag Think of the glory, this conflict will A few away, then we can all sing
On my very first mission, I was told to I lead position when searching for mines The blast me up twenty feet in the air I couldn't feel my feet they were no there My right arm was shattered my fingers gone I once had two ears but now one I thought I was dying, I couldn't hear a I wasn't thinking of the medals and being up with bling
Now all I can do is sit here on the and what it all had been for my comrades call around from to time I can see their discomfort when they're thinking of They wouldn't trade places, no matter for They each their memories, of that terrible war My fighting days over, no more blood and So I'll right down in my terrible rut
I stepped up to the plate boys and I waved the But I'm not draped in and it's not in the bag I thought of the glory the conflict bring No legs, no fingers and in no to sing
Change style/ Things soon will be in Afghanistan are ongoing with the Taliban We fought against for twelve long hard years But all we produced was billions of Mothers lost sons and fathers lost business got rich, there deals on the side the next country they'll start a new war Let's hope not yours