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Veteran


I put my life on the line for my country I did all that I was told My best friends went with me, but they never came back The jungle was thick, I never stopped sweating I was so very lonely, out there in the bush but I thought about home, and what I was protecting I thought about my dad, who fought in his war Now it was my time, to fight in mine At first I was scared, unable to shoot By the first week I had already had my first kill I was a valuable asset for my country A killing machine I was known as But I was not a machine, I was just a man A man, just like my dad at home A man, just like my mom as well I came back a man too but things were different I thought I was a hero A tribute to all of the fallen in the bush Instead they spit on me, called me names Told me to go back to where I came from Yet these same people don't know, can't know what I experienced out there, the loss I suffered I will never one of them, but always a soldier I risked my life for these people, and this is the thanks I get Sometimes I wish I was back there in the bush At least back there, I knew we were the good guys, and they were the bad guys Back home, nothing makes sense anymore
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