just wanted to share. i wrote this while on vacation last year.
I remember my friends, The ones that senselessly died,
On that day in Somalia, when they fell by my side.
They were good men. So why wasn’t it me?
I guess the only answer, is it wasn’t meant to be
While pinned down overnight, in those filthy dark shacks,
We counted our ammo, and watched each others backs.
When the dawn became near, and the sun broke the sky,
We all knew it was time, to get back out and fight.
We had to move quickly, and make a good run,
But due to injuries, that wasn’t possible for some.
But rangers never leave, a fallen brother down,
So we picked up the injured, and carried them through town.
We ran as fast as we could, to reach the convoy,
While dodging bullets from kids, who had guns instead of toys.
Most made it home, safe and alive,
Others died on the field, I guess it was their time.
They paid the ultimate price, for the freedoms we hold true,
They died for their country, for the red white and blue.
I think about them often, especially in May,
And I remember all my fallen brothers, each Memorial Day.
I remember my friends, The ones that senselessly died,
On that day in Somalia, when they fell by my side.
They were good men. So why wasn’t it me?
I guess the only answer, is it wasn’t meant to be
While pinned down overnight, in those filthy dark shacks,
We counted our ammo, and watched each others backs.
When the dawn became near, and the sun broke the sky,
We all knew it was time, to get back out and fight.
We had to move quickly, and make a good run,
But due to injuries, that wasn’t possible for some.
But rangers never leave, a fallen brother down,
So we picked up the injured, and carried them through town.
We ran as fast as we could, to reach the convoy,
While dodging bullets from kids, who had guns instead of toys.
Most made it home, safe and alive,
Others died on the field, I guess it was their time.
They paid the ultimate price, for the freedoms we hold true,
They died for their country, for the red white and blue.
I think about them often, especially in May,
And I remember all my fallen brothers, each Memorial Day.
