Sometimes u Hear the Bullet

I watched as the small town that we call afghanistan is crowded with locals praying with their hands for one day to become a free land seems its always us who is asked to take a stand. at night as peace creeps over them once again you feel the panic drop like a pin bullets ring out and an explosion is heard sometimes the sound of war can be absurd. why do we fight for freedom for strangers and their wills so no one is left to ever set up the drills we take our medicine and leap without fear i cant believe i been here for so many years. home? i kno of it its a place i cant reach i wouldnt kno exactly where to plant my feet to see a loved one run up to be hugged i would stare blanky towards them and just shrugg. battles and wars are fought so carelessly but its the price we pay to be free i cant remember spring or summer nor the touch of grass...........lord i pray that soon this senseless war will come to pass. thank you for the men and women who remain your names will be remembered in all my sweet refrains.