I wait to fall asleep while in bed,  But all I see is lurid war images in my head, Men who carry their memories for hope, Don't have anytime to cope, Burdens of lost friend are carried upon each men's shoulders, Like carrying oversized boulders, Death and bullets is all I see, And keeps playing in my head constantly, There is no way to escape from this, Especially with no friends to reminisce, Words can't describe the horror that is done, With men dying one by one, There is only one way to describe war, War is hell and nothing more.