Dying is easy; training’s not.
PT tests, no food, no sleep;
Nine-mile marches; blistered feet.
Dying is easy; coming home is not.
The old feels new; so much has changed.
You’re missing out; you feel estranged.
Dying is easy; being a soldier’s not.
No one knows what you’ve been through;
Or will understand what you’ve had to do.
Dying is easy; killing’s not.
Neither is watching,
Your friends get shot.
So dying is easy, though no one believes.
When life’s so hard;
Death brings relief!
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