Glory, country so they say
is why we go to war
so I'm here now far away.
I don't believe them anymore.

Every day just brings more death
and ear drums battered by the noise
as cordite burns with every breath...
bleeding bodies thrown like toys.

Until I feel....nothing
no fear, no love, not even hate;
no longer human, just a thing
caring nothing for my fate.

But late at night when sleep won't come
I count the stars and think of you
then my heart is not so numb.
When will this cursed war be through?

When the cannons roar at night,
far, far away near out of sight,
I think of thunderstorms at home
and forests where I used to roam.

But comes the morn and I'm still here
in this land both strange and fell
with one more battle drawing near,
another coming glimpse of hell.

I join my comrades in a truck
and realize I know no one
(the ones I knew ran out of luck)
Are these men I can depend on?

As we race toward the front lines
instead of war I think of you
and late summer's scent of muscadines
and all the good things I once knew.

Explosions bring me back to now,
our transport skids to a sudden halt.
The battle has arrived somehow.
I put memories back into my vault.

Let's go men! I hear me shout
exit this truck and find some cover
and somehow we all get out.
I hug a boulder like a lover.

And bullets whine and shells explode
soft flesh and bone are broken, torn.
I'm once again in battle mode.
Get Down! I hear somebody warn.

But the warning comes too late
for anybody still upright
they all fall into their final fate
underneath a sun so bright.

It's damn sure we can not stay here
artillery will find us soon
so I steel myself against cold fear
in the heat of middle June.

CHARGE! I scream in someone's voice
then rise and run into the hail.
My men follow like they have no choice.
My chest is thumped then my legs fail.

Embarrassed I fall to the ground
and feel my chest fill up with foam
then as my heart ceases to pound
I realize, at last....I'm going home