Erik’s song

IED blasts and saf traps come back to haunt me, tourniquets red font on foreheads you know what that means. Fires to heavy no CAS is on the way, holding my buddies hand as he is trying to stay, blood falls from him and soaks into foreign sand asking me is this it? Is today my day man? I tell him Fuck no bro, don’t you know warriors never die? He smiled said Fuck yea as I watched the life leave his eyes. No time to be sad gotta get mad and fuck up that haji and his dad, fuck that his whole burka wearing clan, mind is clear I got a plan, murder on my mind revenge in my hands, blam blam red chevron hovers over vital glands, dropping terrorists on there native lands.

Running running cover and conceal, 240’s barking like war drums to my ears, no time for fear as I hear engineers! C4, det cord, and ammo weigh me down, no time to worry gotta hurry the platoon is static and we gotta push, then that all too familiar whoosh whoosh RPG’s being shot from untrained undisciplined Afghani’s, and i thanked god for that as they smacked uselessly around me. Leading the way, red air is done, apaches come and waste what’s left. Destruction day one is done time to rest.