Time Spent in Misery
Swirling dust, desert heat
Insides of my eyelids I'd like to meet
An endless stream of patients
Some sick, some well
Some days it's hard to tell
Weapons slung, haulin' gear
Hard to believe, been nearly a year
Time seems to melt, like ice in the heat
Each day the same
Quiet nights are a treat
Boredom and monotony become the norm
Broken by the occasional sandstorm
IDF alarms tested every week
Our bunkers we will seek
Broken hearts and shattered dreams
Make an unbeatable team
Foul language and boredom unending
Troubles at home, our hearts a'rending
Reading the same book over and over
To pass the time
Lack of a normal life should be a crime
Care packages sure come in handy
But for the love of God, no more candy
Strangers turn to friends
Even those unlikely
Forget treading lightly
Smokin and jokin, fun to be pokin
The occasional BBQ, too bad I have to work
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Welcome to Camp Hell-on-Earth
Blackhawks thundering overhead
Pretending that you're dead
IDF may take you, might not even wake you
Chow's great, even late
But you won't get past the latrine
Good or not, still remains to be seen
Lack of supplies, too many flies
Sand everywhere, in your eyes, mouth,
And hair
New troops easy to tell, always say,
"What's that smell?"
Counting down the days,
Seems too many to number.
Not much chance at a life,
All struggle and strife
The PX runs out of everything
Getting used to testfire, as missions
Head outside the wire
.50s, 240s, and SAWs
Tear up the silence
Leaves you in awe
Water bottles and gatorade
I'd settle for a Mike's Hard Lemonade
Smokin too much, and sleeping too little
Leaves your mind fuzzy in the middle
Such are the days here
Comsumed by boredom and occasional fear
Letters from home, pictures and cards,
Reminders of why we work so hard
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Be Thankful
There's days when I hate my life
All that struggle and strife
Then I remember who I get to be:
I'm a daddy
I'm a son
Times it can be so much fun
I'm a soldier
I'm a medic
Some call me "Doc"
Beats sitting in an office, watching the clock
Spend my life thinking of where it's gone
Counting the days until I get back home
So that I can be a daddy, and I can be a son
It's gonna be so much fun
