Quit asking why.
why is it that im so eager to fight on the front lines?
so willing to take lives that arn't mine?
killing-
cousins, brothers, and husband's of wive's,
willing to die fighting a war,
protecting people i love,
and people ive never seen before
a 17 year old marine,
I'll probly see more horrible things in a week
then you could ever dream of seeing
people call me crazy when they dont understand
you have to be a bit insane,
im not doing it to proove im a man
im doing it because someone's got to
but few of you can-
handle what it takes to have an RPG aimed at your face
and do the job at optimal pace
so please dont ask me-
critisize me-
or judge me-
YOUR STILL FREE BECAUSE OF PEOPLE LIKE ME
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