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i was born to be of service camp lejeune just felt like home i had honor, i found purpose sir, yes, sir, thats what i know
they sent us to a place id never heard of weeks before when youre 19 it aint hard to sleep in the desert on gods floor
close your eyes, stop counting sheep you aint in boot camp anymore
we were taught to shoot our rifles men and women side by side thought wed be met as liberators in a thousand-year-old fight
i got this painful ringing in my ear from an ied last night but no lead-lined humvee war machine could save my sergeants life
three more soldiers, six civilians need these words to come out right
god of mercy, god of light save your children from this life hear these words, this humble plea for i have seen the suffering and with this prayer im hoping that we can be unbroken
its eighteen months now ive been stateside with this medal on my chest but there are things i cant remember and there are things i wont forget
i lie awake at night with dreams the devil shouldnt see i want to scream but i cant breathe and, christ, im sweating through these sheets
wheres my brothers? wheres my country? wheres my how-things-used-to-be
god of mercy, god of light save your children from this life hear these words, this humble plea for i have seen the suffering and with this prayer im hoping that we can be unbroken
my service dogs done more for me than the medication would there aint no angel thats coming to save me but even if they could
today twenty-two will die from suicide just like yesterday, theyre gone i live my life for each tomorrow so their memories will live on
once we were boys and we were strangers now were brothers and were men someday youll ask me "was it worth it to be of service in the end?"
well, the blessing and the curse is yeah, id do it all again