Desert Storm

This war is taking me
Past the brink of sanity
Bloodcurdling death is all I see
Ungrateful people never free

Why? Must I sacrifice my very life?
For those who hate and scorn?
Die? I will never forgive them
For this Desert Storm

Gun in hand, thoughts in head
Some of us will end up dead
Full of anger, full of dread
16 bodies up ahead

Why? Must I sacrifice my very life
For those who hate and scorn?
Die? I will never forgive them
For this Desert Storm

We are not a land of murderers
But some do exist
Blood on all our hands
End the war
End the war
End the war
In victory
Victory
Victory
Now

Now I’m sitting in the chair
Reflecting on what I did there
I don’t regret a goddamn thing
I knew very soon they would bring me home.

Why? Must we sacrifice our very lives?
For those who hate and scorn?
Afghans we freed you
Desert Storm
Desert Storm
Desert Storm

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