Thursday, February 2, 2012

Requiem for a Suicidal Soldier

War is constantly being aware that every moment/movement could be your last. 
It's never completely relaxin'.
I was always ready to react triple fast. 
'Cause  war is sometimes fillin' up fat seconds
With much movement and stress -
Sometimes makin' mistakes,
But, never gettin' caught slippin'
Or trippin' 
When fiddlin' away  fat seconds
Can equal Death.

Dyin' is logical when you look back at it.
When they write it all down, 
There was a reason
He was found dead - shot in the head -
Another casualty in battle - bullet in his brain,
Beer can in his hand.
"He'll never make that mistake, again."

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