This is the eve of the British and American Offensive in Afghanistan |
Where will it End? I lie trying to shield myself from the sun, the flies the dust Thinking of life back home, fields of green, the bustle of the city I could swear I hear the sounds of birds chirping their morning song But no its the shriek of another mortar whistling overhead I know we said we would fight for Queen or President to keep our families safe but we're so far from home in a god forsaken land, not really wanted here But drawn into someone elses War and carnage all around Politicians in high places they are so but their actions can get us killed It seems so long ago now since we came but the time it goes so slow I know how the convict feels whilst waiting on Death Row Our average age is 31 but many of us wont grow old Why did we get dragged into this war I am sure they are others on the other side who feel the same way just as I glimpsed into abduls eyes before I blew him away Terrorism and religious fanactics fighting for their cause west against the East families being ripped apart all this needless loss of life pulls at my heart But like my comrades I will fight for the flag Whumph!! a missile flies over my head We have mounted our offensive it is the final push A red mist washes over me as we make our headlong rush Bullets fly all around me whistling past my head But I think God is watching over me he refuses to see me dead It is quiet now or is it the calm before the storm My mind drifts back to those green fields where I used to Roam A tear trickles down my face as I think of my lost friends As the roar of battle starts up again The question remains where will it all end? Here we are years later still fighting for the cause Just like two boxers trying to bloody the nose There will come the big bang and a brilliant flash of light aha! the mushroom cloud this is where it ends. |