Man Down
By Joe Boston and Behemoth
Our mission was simple, to invade enemy lines,
but we ran into an ambush, where I watched my family die.
He was camouflaged behind the brush
All that was on his mind was loyalty, honor and trust
The plans him and his comrades discussed
thought he was a failure to succeed...
-- to see someone instantly bleed through their fatigues as soon as the bullet touched
A life to him was very sacred
As he heard a yell, "leave him behind he's not gonna make it!"
Remained patient and threw the dead body weight over his shoulder
With blood on his hand, radio dispatches his command "come in come is anyone there? Over Over! "
He was a brave soldier, purpleheart, one of America's best
Face full of tears fell upon his army crest, clutched on his dogtags then told him "it's time to rest"
It's gonna be a test spreading his wife, kids and family the news
Hopefully he can delay the information in a safe location after the bomb has been diffused
He'd never choose the option of defeat
run the soles off the canvas boots laced upon his feet
The soldier elite he'd drown in a pool of bloodshed just to have water and bread to eat
After the smoke clears will he ever meet again his poor lost soul
Or the ones he served with just to remember an inserted finger into each bullet hole.
I escaped with my life, but my mind never left,
it's still there where my brothers were laid to rest.
As my wife wraps her arms around me, I feel nothing in my chest,
something inside keeps me as close to death as I could possibly get.
A chill down her spine as she gazes into my eyes, fighting tears,
you can tell she wanted to ask but the questions rightfully disappeared.
My son runs around the corner and jumps into my cold embrace,
able to tell my disdain, "daddy, the bad guys can't come home, okay?"
I kiss his cheek but something feels strange, my head ain't right,
hand him to my wife, grab my sidearm, and inspect the outside.
I can hear them surrounding the house, "fuck! Run upstairs, quick!"
firing my gun and changing my clip, my family's scared stiff.
"It'll be okay, I won't lose anyone again, I'll take you all out,"
we can hear both doors open and footsteps through the house.
I empty my clip and grip my knife, ready to fight up close,
when a bullet pierces my toe and another rips through my throat.
I see my wife run for the door and my son kneeling on the floor,
the terrorists I was shooting were police coming to their support.
Before I die, I can hear a voice fading against my ear...
"daddy, it'll be alright, the good guys are finally here."
Studies estimate that 1 in every 5 military personnel returning from Iraq and Afghanistan has PTSD.
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