As my days grow dim I remember the kids
Whom I spent a summer with so long ago.

It was a bad time and in a bad place
But we were young
And too ready for the fight.

I remember their faces, from so long ago
Bright and brave and strong
And I hear their voice in the breeze.

I hear them cry: “There’s a chopper coming in
Three litters, gunshots to the chest.”
The race for the soldiers who are dying as we run.

The mad dash to the ER and the prayer on everyone’s lips:
Please, dear God, let us save this ONE”

He is just a boy,
Barely out of school.
Let us save him, please dear Lord.

The long days and longer nights stretched out
And we lost track of what day it was.
Day One
Day Two
Day Three

In coming, take cover!

Mortars and Rockets were our constant companion.

We were told not to count the days, but the memories,
But the memories are too harsh.
Young lads torn apart.
Children and women ripped by bombs
That terrorists use to prove how courageous they are.

That summer was long ago.
The sun is dim now.
I hear my comrades calling me home
Home, Home, Home.