"Doc, I can't take it anymore..."
"Lieutenant Murphy, take a deep breath and just tell me what's wrong...."
"Well....
Every step I take is more difficult than the previous...
& though my bodies defined... my physical is just meaningless.
I keep it movin, in this world with people shootin,
hoping that if I have sons, they never see recruitment.
They send soldiers to fight, some die, voiding their rights,
and some go back home,one step at a time, avoiding their life...
or what's left of it... they hope for the things they could never get
they try to rest peacefully, because of the fact that they never slept...
See. we never sleep, cuz we know that the explosion starters...
are strapped with bombs, & in the city they're known as martyrs.
suicide is a sin... but the belief in the risk
of Jihad, kills us, and turns these firm believers to mist...
'BOOM'... when the dust settles, if your breathe n you sniff
you'll never forget that sweet stench, all u need is a whiff.
add gun fire mixed with the heat, and you flip...
when ya bunkmate is knocked off his feet when he's hit..
and he's gone.. we move on, through the sand we defend...
but he'll get a soldiers funeral, we'll be back in the end...
it's not our fight, but its our war... motive or not...
we fight for our country, n the right to get sent home in a box.
when you were serving your country, Doc, how did you feel?"
"Well, John..."
"You can't answer that cuz you weren't out in the field.
and neither is Bush, so i won't do it no more...
cuz we could never win anything worth what he made me lose in this war."
"We all get homesick, John... But until it's your time, you gotta return to active duty."
2 years later
"Doc, My names John Murphy, and I'm losin my wits...
the shrink on base said I would get use to this shit.
They pills they gave me, help me stay high...
and everyone calls me a hero since I've been stateside...
but i can't get used to bein here, tho they say try...
I do, and everywhere it feels like I may die...
my family says that I'm different, n I stay away from work
i need the government's assistance, but they're doin paper work..."
"Well if you ask me John, you're talking too fast and you're sweatin"
"Shutup Doc... I didn't ask you a question...
I wanted to serve my country, have you ever handled a weapon?
"It was a learning experience, John....
"I didn't ask for a lesson.
you don't know how I feel, it's not an annoyance or stress
and the voice in my head doesn't fill the void in my chest.
for every baby's first breath, it could be the last of another
if u think parents want their kids to fight, start askin my mother...
now I tragically suffer, in front of the world...
but nobody knows, and almost nobody cares
I wanted a son, now all I want is a girl
but that's a dream for myself, that noone can share...
cuz I'll prolly never have a family, prolly never have a wife
I should've died in combat, I'll prolly never have a life
cuz over there... children called me a demon of hate
and by their standards I have the evilest fate...
now everyday I wake up like my freedom's at stake
from a dream in which I've just turned people to steak...
man, woman, or child, I could hold no prejudice...
to stop moments endin with my own dismemberment
I hear shrieks in the night.... cries, as people plead for their life
and almost bein pleased by the fright, crying in bestial delight
then bein ashamed, and lonely, feelin insane
walkin the streets, to escape nightmares; feeling deranged.
i've got fire in my eyes, and steel in in my vains...
so I guess, being fucked up, and being a hero's the same.
i'm walkin a thin line, every trip and stumble aside...
the people i fought for, don't notice and I'm right in front of their eyes..."
John needed help... but noone ever did try...
the end of his talk with the shrink marked the end of his life...
he'll be remembered as a hero; people at his burial cried...
saying "If only we knew... he looked happy... Just a regular guy."