I get up each morning, my boots and armor dawn.

And then I start my walking, to distance lands and awe.

And then I see the gunfire, the bullet laden flash

I fire my gun with honor, and hope it’s not the last.

And then I move much closer, the guns blaze even more.

I fire my weapon faster, and even up the score.

And then with out warning, I feel some thing not right.

My body feel so clod and and some thing is not right

I hear some one call medic, and feel the bloody stump,

And then I feel reality and fall into a lump.

The doctors say I’m lucky, my leg is all that’s gone.

They fit me with a new one and tell me to go on.

They say that I’m a hero, and that I should be proud.

But now I’m just half a man, so who will hire me.

I live for I’m a soldier,I’ll ware my battle scar,

I fought for all our freedoms, to were this battle scar.

Now will you fight for me, and help me to come back?