A Soldiers thoughts at War
A few special minutes at War with a Soldier an Artists his Songs his Writings
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes
As I sit on this damp log with my M-16 in my lap and I reach into my jacket pocket, looking for my dirty napkin to write on, I feel I have to get this down, my words my songs. My heart is pumping so fast as I steal a minute to get down the words that came to me thru my emotions, my fears, my hunger for love, my loniless so far away, my tears that never go away, the feelings that I can not show, the only thing I can do is to write about them. It is ripping me apart, trying to hold on to myself as a person as someone who does not want to die, I want to live. I can hear the thumping sound of blades heading my way, I know I dont have much time but I must write this down because soon I will be back into the hell of war with all of its fear, blood, dying, screaming, and so totally embedded with the will to live, to stay alive as I search for the enemy to kill. It has been so long out here, so wet and cold waiting to kill or be killed. It brings up so many thoughts I can write about there will be kickass songs when I get home, if I get home. I miss so many, my dog, my mom, my dad, my sister, my girlfriend, there is no order just love and emptiness, why cant it just be love. Yet I know that the emptyness adds to my lyricks as I try so hard to live my dream of being an Artists eventhough I wear this uniform and have a mission to complete to protect my fellow Americans and keep them free, here so far away. I dream of the day when I can put on my shorts and teeshirt with tennis shoes and kick back with my guitar and put music to all of the writing I have done on the battlefield so far away. Alive and loveing life, embrassing life knowing how special it is and how easy it can be taken away. I am lonley, I am scared, I want to come Home! I need your Strength!
