My name is Col. Kelly, United States Marine
This is a tale of war, and the horrors I have seen.
Like the young Iraqi girl, whose skull was crushed to bits
By a demon insurgent who beat her, and cut off both her tits.
Habib was a local merchant, who served my Hell Hounds bread
His mother found him in the street, a body with no head.
Sgt. Winston was from Dallas, a sniper’s bullet found his eye
He prayed for his wife and baby, as I helplessly watched him die.
PTSD took three of my best, Cpl. Thomas, Smith and Ligger
They sat in a circle, kissed a cross, and simply pulled the trigger.
Sgt. Harris was from Brooklyn, serving his fourth tour in Iraq
His body parts were strewn about, after being shot in the back.
We had orders to storm a mosque, where the enemy laid its claim
Thirty children were killed that day, and I refused to take the blame.
Several soldiers stained our flag, having no regard for human life
Holding an Imam at gunpoint, while fellow soldiers raped his wife.
Car bombs explode around me, the screams are commonplace
An Iraqi boy lies bleeding, with only half a face.
Semper Fidelis is our motto, for honor and country we’ll die
Some Americans support the war, while most denounce the lie.
Back home there’s talk of victory, but in war no one wins
Blood soaks a once sacred land, who will pay for these sins?
None of this matters to me now, as I am finally headed home
Unlike many American veterans, I haven’t been left to roam.
I am Col. Richard E. Kelly, and I now accept my fate
Killed by a roadside bomb…. August 20…in the year 2008.
Permission: Public Domain