Heroes Right Before Your Eyes

A short piece for my brothers in arms whether they're completely fine, having trouble getting back to who they were or if they never came home at all. Hooah.

This is the end

We’ve done our time

It seems now we can rest

Now that we’re lost to the World

Our game of inches is finally over

And for committing no real sin

Our memory is forced to bare a terrible price

Oh, there’s no lasting stain

We’re forced to watch our deeds fade

Our memory forgotten

Save for some political chump

And they’re political refrain

A generation of lonely broken heroes

Our sacrifice was in vain.

For what it isn’t, for what it never will be

For what it was

To us it was real,

To us it is real.