I am so battered, and beaten,
So tired of being here,
I can’t seem to pull myself back together.
I don’t know why I get out of bed every morning.
I only wake up to bombing and gunfire.
Some nights I don’t even get sleep,
I just sit in my foxhole, waiting.
Everyday I do the same,
I’m up to my elbows in blood,
Or I’m dodging the bullets shot at me.
It’s just another day.
Yet I will fight.
I will stand strong.
No one can stop me,
No one will stand in my way.
I can still see that mangled child in the corner.
Crying as she clutched her brother’s corpse.
The only family she had left, gone.
I can remember carrying her out of that little hole,
Her bloodied arms staining my uniform.
I mean, isn’t this was I came here for?
I signed the papers,
I went to boot camp,
I walked on that ship.
I road in that Hummer,
And I slept on that cot.
I will not give up.
I will not give in to doubt.
I will stand,
Until I fall, I will still fight.
Even in death, I will fight for life.
I will not give up.
I will not give….
I will not…
I will…
I…
…
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2 comments:
omg this so good!!! its as if you really were there and you are feeling what they are feeling. its also kinda depressing because it really shows how bad it really is over there. overall very good job!!!!
thanks- I wrote this randomly when one of my guy friends really pissed me off. I dedicated it to my brother, Chris, and his best friend, Jesse Garcia
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