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1.  Slaughtered Lamb



What the hell is going on?

I just want to live.

What have I gotten

That I should be expected to give?



I can't even chose,

Not even old enough to vote

Yet old enough to die.

Why should I have to go?



I do have family;

A mom and a dad who I love,

And a younger sister too.

Who will she have above?



What is truely the point?

This war will have no end!

We won't be able to win,

Just die, time and again.



What the hell do you expect of me,

To leave knowing I'll never return?

Dieing for a cause i could never believe in?

All shot up and mangled, menaced and burned?



That could simply never be me,

That just isn't who I am.

I tell you i'd rather be red then dead,

But i have no choice, I'm the slaughtered lamb.



2.  Boot Camp



4:30 in the morning;

Up with the sun.

Another day of hell

Is all that i've won.



Every single day

It’s seams to have no end:

day after day i work like hell

Over and over again.



My hair is now gone,

All our clothes are the same.

They are trying to take away

All but my name!



But It’s all for the better,

It won’t be long now.

I’ll be part of a family,

The few and the proud.



Born to die,

I will die to live.

My One hundred and ten

And my life I will give.



I have to stay strong,

Be all that I can be.

It’s not always fun

But I'm begining to see.



This isn’t about me,

I’m no longer that way.

I'm now a true member

Of these U S of A!



3.  True (pt. 1)



Thud thud thud,

The chops in the air

Of the propellers overhead

Sending me over there.



What to expect,

I have no clue.

I go for my country,

But what am I going to?



As I reach my destination

And finally step out,

I already see more

Then what I’d heard about.



Beautiful and green,

Blue, and brown.

I started to wonder

How this place could be so down.



*                *               *



On my first march

I am told to look around.

Look around for what?

Nothing was found.



We stopped in a village.

It was our time off

And I met the locals.

I just couldn’t get enough.



My Sgt. had told me

Not to make friends.

If I gave them too much

Then it would be the end.



I should have listened,

It was nothing new.

I never knew his words

Could ever be so true…



4.  True (pt. 2)



It was only my second march,

It happened before we could ever see.

One minute trudging along in the heat,

The next under fire from the VC!



I hit the ground and shot all about.

What was the point in taking aim?

I couldn’t shake the image of a stone,

On which engraved was my name.



I had to keep fighting with all my might

For that image was something that just wouldn’t be.

But then I saw my buddy, Chuck, fall,

Struck by a bullet from a VC.



I took my gun and I fired like hell

In the direction the bullets had come.

One more shot out of VC’s barrel

And I heard him fall, I knew he was done.



That final fire, VC’s last shot

I regret to concede who the bullet hit,

For gallantly fallen due to my delay

Was none but our dear Sgt.



When the fighting had finally come to a close,

The rain of the shrapnel finally died,

I saw the VC that I had taken

And right then and there, I all but cried.



This VC was certainly no stranger.

I felt so guilty of what I had done.

He seamed as if he was someone to talk to,

Someone so innocent and someone so young.



I saw my Sgt. laying there, dead.

Again, I heard his warning and views.

“Don’t make friends with the locals,” he said.

I guess his words were all to true.



5.  Too Many, Too Much



Living for God and living for love,

Those are the things I lived for before.

But with what I’ve seen and how I feel

I don’t know what I am anymore.



Too much killing and too much blood,

Not enough of anything I was living for.

I think that I’m fighting for the right thing

But I really don’t think I can take much more.



I’ve let too many comrades go,

Too many others fell under my gun.

Looking back I see I’m not the same person

That I was when I had first begun.



Too many decisions I don’t make the same

Too many morals have been compromised

Too many sins are under my name,

Even in Hell, I’d be despised!



I’ve got to get out of this war that I hate,

I have to get out before it eats me alive

Have to escape what i've seen this past year

Before I find the answers at the edge of a knife.



That is it, I have decided.

With a fine barrel covered in soot,

I’ll take my 9 one last time

And I’ll put a hole right in my foot.



Then I’ll be told I can pack my things,

And I can shape up to be shipped home

Too much of me I’ve left behind

Maybe I’ll find some saved up at home.



6.  Bloody Hell



Homecoming day and who awaits?

No one meets me when I arrive.

I’m finally home, their very own vet.

And do they still know that I’m alive?



I found my wife safe at home,

I see she’s healthy and well fed.

And who comes in with the weakly paycheck?

Her new husband, my once friend, Ed!



When my dad came home from WWII

Parades and family welcomed him home.

So why is it when this vet’s here returned,

Everyone acts as if he’s unknown?



I can’t take this for too much longer.

From hell to hell is where I’ve come.

Maybe I’ll be just as well

In the hell I’ll be in when I’m done.



If there is a hell beyond this world,

I sometimes think I’m already there.

Died on the battlefield and never knew

And all death brings is all that’s here.



I think that it’s time for me to find out.

The same 9mm that put a whole in me before

Now puts a whole in my head

And I will finally be able to know for sure.



So goodbye to the world that I once knew

Goodbye to the world with just one hit

The best hit I’ve ever taken in my life

Which was nothing but a bowl full of             !