PROUD G.I.

The fight is close,

loud and shy,

dirt everywhere.

guns fell silent

when soldiers get killed.

My friends got killed today

what a way to say good-bye

nothing to pray

only a second to cry,

a bullet goes wild

I have a war to fight.

Then a bullet hit my arm

another in the back,

I been hit, I scream loud;

then another shot

its morphine to keep me alive

a medic say I'm ok,

I passed out.

Then I wake up

my foxhole is so white and clean;

want to see my friends,

I've been wounded so bad;

Doctor says better keep quiet

I'm not going back to the frontline.

They take me by hand

to my armored car,

I just met my destiny

going back to my loved ones,

I am a proud G.I. not able to fight,

missing my friends I cry one more time...

I will not see them for a long time.

The plane departs,

in the states I have a whole new war to fight....

Autor: Manuel Pacurucu

Taola Inc. 2005