Am I Hero/Killer/or the real me?

The AK 47s lit up the night
As we hit the ground,
some never to rise again

Quietly we lay, taking in every sound, every smell, and every movement,
That might give Charlie away

He lay only inches from us,
Gleefully waiting for one of us to make a mistake,
To cry out in fear, I wondered to myself, where is that son-of-a-bitch?

Oh no, look! That young blonde kid from New York, laying next to me,
He seems so lifeless, I bet he's dead...I liked him...he was almost my friend

I guess I should see,
But I'm so tired of touching the dead,
Their eyes always open wide staring at me,
Tell me, fallen brother, what is it you see?

Hero/Killer/or the real me?

Oh, Fathers!
Oh, Mothers!
Sisters and Brothers!
Wives and Children!
Both of my friends, and foe--

I AM SO SORRY

All for God and country,
If I could find the words to tell
Could anyone truly know?

Oh, Fathers!
Oh, Mothers!
Sisters and Brothers!
Wives and Children!
Both of my friends, and foe--

I ask you,
Am I Hero/Killer/or the real me?