Welcome to Gaia! ::

They told us that we weren't going over for long;
the incredible lie in action. I've spent
four years in that desert
and away from Sophia.
Stop loss.
My grandfather was in 'Nam, and he used to tell
stories of Charlie, the enemy.
We don't have a name for them over here.
"Get moving Marines, we don't got all day to die"
and we'd wake up to that. My
Sergeant was a lunatic, I saw him gun down
an innocent child with a water pistol.
"Will we get a wall?" Jose asked me once, two minutes before
Incoming Fire.
Sometimes at night when the air is cool
I hear his voice in my head; I never
got to answer him.
Sophia left me a year ago, told me
"I can't do this anymore"
and married a Jody.
The Tempo of War has become a
two-bit shuffle, and we're all weary
of dancing.

D'aw.
Thank you.