The New American Soldier

He jogs along to keep fit and trim
And has the ego the size of a whale,
Thinks about nothing but the win
And drowns his sorrows if he should fail
He is the New American Soldier.

He stands there, with a feeling of pride,
In his battle armour, opaque to reflection,
Amongst his fellow soldiers he begins to find
The battle cry aiding a warrior's perception,
He is the New American Soldier.

As he storms the battlefield with his head held high
He collides with the enemy in a violent battle,
But fight so hard, he knows the end is nigh,
Inevitably when his bones begin to rattle,
He is the New American Soldier.

He knows that nothing, even death with stop him reaching his goal
As the dead and wounded are taken from this place
And the New American Soldier is thrown into a hole.
The survivors cannot bear to look him in the face,
He is the New American Soldier.

And though his role is over and done
He must rise from his grave and come back stronger,
So that next time the battle is not lost, but won
And the guilt he feels troubles him no longer,
I am the New American Soldier.