This morning I woke.
With a bang and a boom.
I fell out of bed.
And I grabbed my boots.
I went to a room.
And I grabbed a gun.
I took a deep breath,
And started to run.
It all seemed so fine.
Everyone was there.
Then I saw my best friend.
With blood in his hair.
My cheeks were wet.
And I clenched up my fists.
I heard another bang.
And something got hit.
All around me, buildings were falling.
Soldiers were dying, and bombs were flying.
A bloody mess, take my last breath.
I'll survive it, if I fight it.
I got a new medal.
To send to a girl.
It says that her man.
Was suddenly killed.
I barely knew him.
Peter Gray, I think.
This isn't OK.
I want this to end.
I want to go home.
I love my wife.
And if I'm dead.
It would end her life.
I've got a kid.
She's only so young.
Trust me, it's cute.
When she pokes out her tongue.
But all around me, buildings were falling.
Soldiers were dying, and bombs were flying.
A bloody mess, take my last breath.
I'll survive it, if I fight it.
A few more years.
And I will be fine.
I'll kill many men.
Just to survive.
That doesn't make this all right.
This morning I woke.
With a bang and a boom.
But, now I'm glad.
That I'll be home soon