12-08-03 - 09:54
"Bodies fill the fields I see,
hungry heroes end.
No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend.
Running blind through killing fields,
bred to kill them all.
Victim of what said should be
a servant `til I fall!
Soldier boy, made of clay
now an empty shell
twenty one, only son
but he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
do just as we say
finished here, Greeting Death
he's yours to take away."
I prayed for a mission, and for my sins thay gave me one. after this one i will never want another. i ship out in a few days for a year and a half. i am now part of Op. iraqi freedom. i can't say what i will be doing. this is not yet my last entry, but it is close.
Cpl. Clark, Jason A. 194th long range survalance recon air borne infantry.
