For God and Country, I slaughter the enemy,
The way any faithful, obedient soldier should
But like me, the enemy also thinks he's right.
Like me, he believes that his cause is good.
We were sent over here to liberate these people
But I wonder if war can win minds and hearts.
I know a good soldier shouldn't ask questions,
And they don't matter when the shooting starts.
Our God's on our side, and their God is on theirs.
I don't have much faith left, so I do what I must.
Just like in Vietnam, the locals shelter our enemy.
I'm afraid of everyone. I don't know who to trust.
The good people of this place are too frightened to smile,
Their lives have been full of fear and suffering for so long.
But today, a woman squeezed my hand and said thank you.
I’ll remember that moment whenever I need to be strong.
When I enlisted, it was all black and white to me.
I wanted the ones who hurt my people to pay.
But I've killed so many men, I've lost my soul
And the enemy keeps coming, more every day.
In the heat of the battle, there's no time for reflection.
To stay alive, I can only think about right here and now.
But sometimes at night, I think about all that I've done
And know, in all this killing, I've killed myself somehow.
A street fight is won by the most fierce, ruthless fighter
And lost by the one who can't take the pain any more.
This is why war crimes and atrocities are inevitable.
It takes inhumanity, not compassion, to finish a war.
Last week, the enemy killed three Christian schoolgirls.
Three little girls on a sunny day, just walking to school.
They found their heads in a field miles from their bodies.
I don't know how any man can become such a ghoul.
But I understand the message they are trying to send us.
They think they can make us so sick, it will shatter our will.
They underestimate our strength, like our old enemies did
But for every horror I see, there's less of me left to kill.
Sometimes at night, the faces of the dead fill my mind.
The men who, like me, were once little boys full of fun,
When I have time to wonder what changed their hearts
And what became of the children who played in the sun.
For God and Country, I slaughter the enemy,
The way any faithful, obedient soldier should
But like me, the enemy also thinks he's right.
Like me, he believes that his cause is good.





.. thanks for applauding my comment .. I didn't know if you'd be offended by it after I'd actually hit the submit button, but it's just my opinion afterall
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.. either way, that is where I am coming from .. I just see our country as vulnerable right now, and I blame our involvement in Iraq for that.

.. and I refuse to throw in my opinions, because I'd rather not, except I will express my opinion on one thing a little later .. but here in Australia, we usually spell the words you spell with a Z, with an S









