Thoughts before they sleep

I try not to think about my family
Because it’s too much to take
I pray to God everyday
Maybe if I pray enough, he will forgive me for all the blood I have spilt
I am trying to do the right thing
But some of the things I have done do not feel right
At the end of the day we all end up on the same side
Just trying to do what we think is right
I will not know the man that kills me
I have no idea who the men I kill are
Every day I go out with the day light
I fight the same battle and I kill the same men
When I get a chance, I think of life back in the world
I miss it back home
I hope I make it back
Every day it is the same old thing, like clockwork
Until, one of two things happens
1) I make it home
2) I make it home in a steel box covered with my flag
I pray for option one
Praying only gets you so far though

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