Hell just isn't the same without you [for those not going home]
We'd hit the doors with our nonchalant speed...
Night after night our routine was simple; the only "fix" we'd need.
Yet the days grew longer; it seemed longer than the drought.
The heat intensifies...Soon our luck would run out.
Day after day we hit the same rat's maze of buildings.
It's like the song says, Hell really is for children.
I remember following close as you kick the door. Then a blast.
As I woke up much later, I realize that run was our last.
They sent you home with honor and can you believe ..A Parade!
I laugh as I hear; For much like you I can see through the charade.
Let the public believe they can win the war, as they bury their son.
For this is the staging ground for China. A new cold war has begun!
I am just a soldier. For me? Politics? Sorry I can't do.
For my friends going home with flags...Hell just ain't the same without you.
