I Find Myself

 

I Find Myself  Lying in the field, thousands of miles away from home.I find myself behind the line, were enemy roam.Light 50 at my side, M4 in my hand. Crawling through the sand.Behind the wheel of thousands of pounds of steel.Ready for the kill.One mile up in the sky, chop, chop, chop, picking up speed.Doing my countries deeds.OBA and a whole lot of ammo.In the water, in blacked out camo.Pocket full of grenades, wearing desert digi camo.Surrounded and running out of ammo.Kicking in a door, Charlie dropping to the floor.Wanting more.Pen in my hand, contract on the table.Signing my name.A soldier’s life is everyday so for all those soldiers I do pray.God be with you and bring you home,
Instead of being out there were enemy roam