Doesn’t matter the type of war,
Heartache and misery we can’t ignore.
They put their lives on the line,
Blood and dirt, there is no shine.

Even if we have a reason,
You won’t find the ideal season,
To leave family and kids behind,
The worst torture, they feel blind.

If you’re lucky, you come back,
They give you a medal, and a plaque.
In your mind, memories are clear,
Wake up at night, with so much fear.