I Can't Imagine
by Jett Whitten
I can't imagine the torture you must face,
leaving our beloved family, going to a foreign country,
raiding ghost towns condemned as if by the devil.
I can't imagine what you must go through, limited rations,
inconvenient living, blistering sun, and the souls of all those who you killed
staring at you with dead eyes in your dreams.
The death of your friends scarring you for all eternity.
I can't imagine your stress, having to hide, having to dive,
having to avoid grenades with shrapnel ready to pierce your very soul.
And worst of all, noble sacrifices made by our troops that were all in vain.
All of this for our country's freedom,
We thank you