I was selected and into the war machine I went
I wouldn't be the one to die
There are so many others for that
I was supposed to get shot in the leg
Be carried to a festering hospital
Screams of dying men
Would fill the air around me
I would be happy
Would've had a free pass
Wouldn't have to kill
I could've looked in the mirror
Slept well at night
Only things have a way of
Disappointing
People have a way of envoking
Feelings of brotherhood and trust
I fought beside my brothers
Murdered Germans
The atrocities would be buried in foreign soil
The lives of brothers, fathers, sons, and men
Meant nothing more to me than
Another ounce and a half of lead
My food was to be rationed
I conserved my energy
I spared no lives
I had hoped something would save me from the lives I've stolen
Never did catch that Kraut bullet in the leg