I met a good friend today
Sitting on the steps
Taking a rest
We’d plenty to say
The old days were our best
Punch your fist on our heart and on our crest
We came home together
Tired men and nothing less
To make a new start
From someone else’s mess
In between the war machine
We forget what we have seen
It’s obscene and it’s extreme
What does it mean to kill your brother
It’s a bad dream
We built walls
And desert roads
Drank cherry coke
Played station games
Wait for the call
Call to load
Shoot off smoke
Watch for the flames
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