Army Greens



Dressed in army greens

Brown boots, tags around his neck

Finally he’s home


No trace of a smile

He is very different now

Finally he’s home


He was in the field

Said fireflies kept him safe

Finally he’s home



An American Soldier

Finally he’s home


A license to kill

Trained to win, never to lose






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