qfreak69

If I am to die let it be on my own terms, not someone elses.
When friends desert me, let me not fear the unknown.
But let me die in battle, a soldiers death. facing my enemy
Let me not fear the absent of those I have come to love,
When they, because of their problems, have no time for me.
Let them be honest with me, if I cause them problem,
So I can understand and not worry about the unknown,
For all my friends know, I have a mind that is unkempt,
One that forever is in conflict with itself, torn into by years of neglect.
Years of searching for answers that were hiding for me,
By wars favorite tool, to destroy a soldiers will.
For whether an Airmen, Marine, Soldier, or Sailors.
The triumphs and failures of the country our on our backs.
We bare the weigh of it all, in our souls and in our hearts.
So when I die, let it be a death with honor, and not by my own hand,
Or lying in a bed with no one there to hold my hand but let me die,
On the battlefields of honor, with my brothers and sister in uniform,
Standing side by side, facing our enemies both domestic and foreign.
Let no man or women stand this land, brought with blood,
Thinking their freedom is free, for we have paid the price.
Let me never have to look down the barrel of my own weapon,
And have to make the chose of whether or not to pull the trigger.
Let my friends keep this form being the last thing I see.