Cheshire 6 - Disconnect

I’m hot, weary, and thirsting
Weapon heavy in hand,
In a door to door battle
With a strange foreign man.

No one can compare it
To the toils of home,
In the company of brethren
Yet completely alone.

Then we hop on a plane
And it all goes away,
We return to our lives
With a mind washed in grey.

It ebbs and it flows
Some bad days some good,
Racing thoughts sneak up on you
Of shattered brotherhood.

He’s there with the first glance
Gone in the next,
Set your mouth right, stay focused
Is it all in my head?

We’re programmed to kill
And fight for our lives.
Can you just turn it off
Like you turn out the lights?

It’s a stigma, now common
That plagues many men.
We will carry it with us
Perhaps, ‘til the end.

Cheshire 6

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