Combat Boots (revised)

i walk for miles, my boots are wearing thin
i dont know where im going, but i wont go back to where ive been
out in the desert, under the blazing sun
i though id found salvation, in the barrel of a gun
you swore to me, the my body you did need
for god and king and country, so that others might be free
what you meant was, to fill your coffers full
and the tax we paid, was out everlasting souls
late at night, as im lying in my bed
im forced to think of all the friends, ill never see again
why they had to die, i doubt ill ever know
but im done taking orders, from you generals and cos

ill march for miles what ill find i couldnt tell
but anything is better then your everlasting hell
ill walk forever till i find my way home
i dont know what ill find there but it wont be a dog and pony show
and ive said it so many times before
im not your soldier anymore
no im not your soldier anymore
i said im not,
your soldier anymore...

Veterans Day

Today marks one of the biggest shams in modern day America. It's the day that the population pretends to give a damn about the veterans who have given everything. Stores throw sales. You can buy a cheap car. Spend, spend, spend, spend, spend.

Right...

Support the VA, IVAW, and the military project today instead of buying a new TV. Vets deserve more then the cheap parlor tricks of politicians and parades.

Wash, Rinse, Repeat

Wake up. Light Cigarette. Drink Whiskey Sour. Repeat.

What do you do when your daily schedule has become an exercise in some sort of study of the typical American Veteran.

No job. Disability pay. Alcohol. Cigarettes. Anger. Hatred. Repeat.

When everything becomes nothing more then a minor blip barely noticed through the haze of intoxication.

Drink. Smoke. Repeat.

Comfort in a bottle. Comfort in a draw of tobacco. Asthma and COPD that I know will kill me if I keep smoking but of course I keep smoking. Addiction is harsh. Life is harsher.

Wake up. Pretend that life is still there. Repeat.