The Mind of a Sniper:
This is just a little insight into the thoughts that run through my head as I prepare to leave for Iraq again. It may sound depressing but its not, its just a reality I, along with all of my buddies have to face with the situation placed before us. I hope you enjoy it and maybe it will make you think and hopefully my words will help you live life to the fullest...
So I find myself in between the storms
One I've weathered and one I'm eyeing
One I've survived and one I'm hoping
Are these the storms that create who we are?
Or are these the storms that we create?
Lives I've saved or lives I will take
Through my telescope of decision
I confiscate the breath of men
Is this my calling? Is this my life?
Will the sand savor my blood
Or will men lose theirs by my hand?
What will be left if the ground tastes my life?
My father weeps by the passing of his own
Minds thought it out of order
For the seed to wither before the tree.
The wife who never met her husband
Will she weep that day the sun turns red?
Will my children who were never born raise into heaven?
My mother will be, on that day, one who has no son.
Will she miss, on Mother's Day, a card from no man?
My sisters have no brother because I fight.
A young man has lost an uncle.
When they weep will this flash by their eyes?
Will I have time for them to flash through mine?
Will all the hardships and wrongdoings bombard my last breath?
Or will I suffocate with ease to the memories that last?
My heart will fade, but with visions of life or death?
Will the words of my father teach me one last lesson
Or will I be taken up still pondering the answers?
At the instant of losing 21 grams, will I be in a state of confusion?
Or will I know the destination of my soul?
Will the speed of life catch up to me in this hurricane we call war?
Or will time pass me by without looking back?
Do the words I speak and the thoughts I think ring throughout eternity?
Or does the battle rage to captivate me?
From the time I open my eyes before the dawn
Till I rest them at night, am I living?
When the ground tastes my blood, is my life a life lost
Or just a body disappeared?
My work on earth brings life and death
Will I succumb to another with the same goals?
A war must be waged and a fight must be fought
The words of history are spelled by my hand
You can't change the past that was once our future
But you can change the future that will be our past.