Five Years Five years ten days ago / you were on your way home from war when your Chinnok Helicopter was shot down. When Will it End Can you hear the song of the guns / They serenade so loudly / As to be playing for the sun Blank Stares A voice pleads for me not to shoot / But I have been well trained. A Combat Nurse’s Prayer So ‘til my time is over, Lord, and I have been relieved, / I’ll walk these halls and listen for the sounds of soldiers needs. Back In Iraq 3 weeks for 2 and in 5 / I’ll be back in Iraq. / They’ll still be killing each other. / I’ll still be doing my job. / It’ll be hot then.
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