Where do you draw the line?
An acceptable amount of time before they dress you up and give you a license to kill?
No one should hold such power in their hands
Extinguishing life for another's gain
They're only following orders
At least that's what you say
They're only following orders
Right into an early grave
"Hold til you see the whites in their eyes"
There are no respawns here in real life
Never again will they know the caress
Of the sun upon their skin
Their lives cut short by an enemy knife
Laid low
For what?
Your fictitious honor means nothing to the families of the bereaved
Mired in their grief
A fate worse than a folded flag awaits your return to the country you served
Your mind and body broken with no recourse in sight
Left begging for the gleam of an enemy knife
What are we marching towards besides a world pockmarked with head stones