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| CHRISTMAS IN IRAQ |
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| I'll be home for Christmas
Another day spent with deafening sounds I think of you as I look around Evening will come, my thoughts turn to home As I make my bed on this cold hard stone Shrapnel flying, my heart pounding As I listen to dying screams I'll be home for Christmas If only in my dreams Everyday and every night I think of my Children and my wife I defend my country proudly Even if it means my life My days are hotter than the hinges of hell They say that wars are brutal But we must fight them to stay free You ask me why I am fighting over here Because with PEACE... there is no quarantee My nights are spent remembering home and Christmas I am a soldier far from home Freeing those I'm told that are in need But it is so hard to watch my brothers die and bleed Sometimes I wonder why I fight Then OId Glory do I see It's when I cast my eyes to God and Pray for victory I look at the evening sky Our Flag torn and worn from sun and sand A tear sadly falls and I pray for peace Desert sun is setting...No Christmas tree We sleep in earth for safety Our blanet is soft golden sand Christmas visions dancing In this far away foreign land As I drift off in my bunker of sand I'll pray for those at home That they'll remember where I am And never let me feel that I'm alone As we lay here in our foxholes Every solder is being brave We pray for safely from above That these holes won't be our final grave Tomorrow a bullet may find me But tonight is mine to dream Above me the stars are bright May God protect us all this night. |
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