Battle weary. Missing home. Can we really go at it again?
Started out fresh enough, ammo full, boots spit-shined and a strange excitement flowing through your veins.
But now the war has dragged out. Ammo running dry, friends maimed and expired, boots full of holes, why would you go back out there?
Do you believe in what you're fighting for or are you just a foot soldier who thought he'd get a kick out of enlisting with his buddies?
Choose another battle, go home and hug your mom and dad. There's no use dying for generals who wouldn't do the same for you, hanging out in their mansions, playing golf and sipping wine the colour of the blood you spilt out in the open.
Or maybe... you do have a purpose. Not to be cool and a hero to everyone. Maybe if you're defeated your entire family and everything you know gets blown into bits. Maybe you're not the aggressor claiming land for the bigwigs, but a person defending his home and serving his neighbours.
We all need to fight sometimes. Even if we don't feel like it, even if you'd rather spend the day watching youtube in your briefs.
You have to earn your victories, you have to deserve your lifestyle. Chilling out on the shoulders might be fine for a while. But some faithful day, they're gonna drop you.
You have to be ready to fend for yourself and loved ones. You have to be on your toes, learning skills as weapons and buffing up your brain and body.
Then maybe when you hang your helmet up, you can take a deep breath and have a respect for the people dying out there.
I know you're tired, but sometimes you have to march forward to see the sunrise.
Started out fresh enough, ammo full, boots spit-shined and a strange excitement flowing through your veins.
But now the war has dragged out. Ammo running dry, friends maimed and expired, boots full of holes, why would you go back out there?
Do you believe in what you're fighting for or are you just a foot soldier who thought he'd get a kick out of enlisting with his buddies?
Choose another battle, go home and hug your mom and dad. There's no use dying for generals who wouldn't do the same for you, hanging out in their mansions, playing golf and sipping wine the colour of the blood you spilt out in the open.
Or maybe... you do have a purpose. Not to be cool and a hero to everyone. Maybe if you're defeated your entire family and everything you know gets blown into bits. Maybe you're not the aggressor claiming land for the bigwigs, but a person defending his home and serving his neighbours.
We all need to fight sometimes. Even if we don't feel like it, even if you'd rather spend the day watching youtube in your briefs.
You have to earn your victories, you have to deserve your lifestyle. Chilling out on the shoulders might be fine for a while. But some faithful day, they're gonna drop you.
You have to be ready to fend for yourself and loved ones. You have to be on your toes, learning skills as weapons and buffing up your brain and body.
Then maybe when you hang your helmet up, you can take a deep breath and have a respect for the people dying out there.
I know you're tired, but sometimes you have to march forward to see the sunrise.
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