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I wonder if any soldiers would like to add to this musically. it would be great to hear many soldiers opinions on these types of issues.

1st off i gotta get that rag out of my bag,
make sure my boots is clean,
they cant be looking swag, captain stan will give me 5 days jail for that.
strap up my bag, 53 kilos of murder strapped to my back,
i raise my hand, salute these mans...what?!
you couldnt pay me enough grands,
to merk off innocent grandads n grans in these arabic lands where monoliths stand.

i feel my eyes hitting bottom left,
victim of mental theft, polluted my soul the owners of my every breath,
a military death is all i have left, a life lived full of regrets,
i stand in formation with images in my head, im seein flashbacks,
MR J. Moore, his words in my ear, he was my mentor,
he said i shouldve read more, but now im 24,
instead of my kids its the queen im fightin for.

Back, to what i do best shipped out like cattle with the rest,
the stress of this vest is half itching me to death,
but i shouldnt care, coz im half way there,
.. thats a thought ive crossed 2 oceans in this chair,
im fucking scared. 30 thousand feet in the air..
n all i care, about is having one more chance to hold my son in my arms,
visit my gran in france.. allow fightin oil wars in afghanistan,
reaching for guns and arms.
im fightin for an agenda its not even ours,
political stance, aka - rain mans oil dance.
and what about lance. corporal reynolds,
his body got found in stables ,
2 weeks after he went awol,
but scrap these thoughts, i think we are here, camp bastion
here lie the sons of men are heads get bashed again, shouts of MOVE OUT MEN,
last drop of innocents coming to an end, humanity falls during times of war,
open my eyes once more i couldnt tell you what i saw,
an ant colony of war, made of mostly blacks, latinos n whites that r poor,
social divisions, the difference much wider than before,
its too late for me ive signed all the flippin forms, its raw
i was a clown, a young sheep from a working class background,
my head spins back round, we r under attack now,
i take cover in a hole by the ammo stash house,
took a chance, rolling the dice of war, i crapped out,
loud clap sound! before i turned i knew the bullet just blew billys back out,
blood gushed from his head, lying on his back now