but a child himself.
Sent off to fight a war; longing for home.
of death and fear all around.
Wondering why he's here.
Weapons of mass destruction?,
Only 2 months to go, then home sweet home.
The sound of gun
fire wake him from his thoughts.
His buddy sitting next to him is shot.
are running in front of the convoy.
His mind tells to stop or he'll run them
A voice yells over the radio.
DO NOT STOP! IT'S A TRAP!
whirls in desperation,
The voice on the radio yells back,
This is a "DIRECT
No matter what..
DO NOT STOP!
The sound of the children's
under the truck echo through his head.
Ripping his very soul
from his body.
The thumping of his heart replaced
by the thumping of little
bodies under the wheels.
The child inside the soldier no longer lives.
died that day,
along with the children under the truck.
Only his body continues
His dreams of home sweet home are
replaced with dreams of death.
young man goes off to war,
to return a empty shell.
Can not feel,
The pain is too much.
He tells himself,
He did what he had
But sleeps evades him.
The echoes of children in his dreams haunt
His comrades tell him to stay.
Reenlist, it's the patriotic thing to
No. He wants to go home.
He's done his time.
They turn against him.
him a coward, traitor.
He no longer belongs with them.
But home brings no
Home sweet home has been replaced
with an emotional casualty of
They do not understand his pain,
Doesn't fit in.
Just a lost soul that died with the children
that echo through his mind.