They told me this was a green zone,
as safe as it got.
Why is it I always go black on ammo,
watching them shoot at me?

They can't aim a RPG worth a damn,
nor their mortars.
But a monkey with a machine gun,
is bound to hit something.

In that guard tower again,
up 30 hours straight.
How can I protect anyone,
when get 2 hours of sleep a night?

Watched a buddy of mine get shot,
it wasn't hajjie who did it.
Another soldier too tired to notice,
his weapon wasn't "safed".

Humvees are running wrecks,
like swiss cheese with tires.
They'll get repaired the day,
no one's left alive to drive them.

Now we're in a red zone,
everyone's a goddamn hostle.
Support battalion personnel all wide-eyed,
we're all way over our head.

We've come back, finally mission over,
with about 10% casulties.
Had to drag the last two humvees in,
casulty vehicles carrying the casulties.

Watched a five year-old with a gernade,
had to shoot him just to be sure.
I passed the line of morals so long ago,
I don't even remember what it looked like.

Weary soldiers in a weary war,
too many mistakes are made.
The Rules of Land War,
got old 100,000 rounds ago.

Rescued another missionary last week,
well, what was left of her at least.
She was probably a nun or something,
who else is that crazy but us?

Running around with all guns a'blazing,
stay and fight in a dirty war.
Whenever we get another chance to sleep,
everyone will be dreaming of home.

04/19/2005

Posted on 04/19/2005
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