"This is What They Die For"

Your lips move, but no words come out
That was then, This is now
The past is the past
No need for looking back.
We're not affected at all
By what goes on in the world
You'll ignore your ways alone
This could be a living hell
You think that just because you were born
You won your freedom by yourself?
No acknowledgment to the fact
Your life was bought for a price.
It could be us who's dying in the streets!
It could be us who's overrun!
We're the ones with it all,
But we don't know it at all.
We have no clue of war,
That we're the ones they're fighting for!
They fight and die,
So we don't have to shed our own blood.
This is what they die for!
We live like kings while they fight to protect freedom,
We live our dreams while they fight to protect freedom.
They fight for you!

- In Due Time

It's good to know that not every band in the world hates the military and doesn't care about the soldiers over here.

Some days, are really just...ugh. This is one of them. It started out great. Then we came back from our mission, and they put us on stand-by (again). So we sat and waited and waited and waited. Then apparently the mission got scrubbed. Which is fine, cause I don't really like rollin' at night, means way less sleep.

But being back here also means getting back to the stupid Army games. Like you can't go anywhere in groups smaller than 4. And study hall every night. And going to the motor pool (the worst thing EVER.) And I'm always in the motor pool.

I drive the front truck in our convoys. We often times drive on the wrong side of the road. Fast. And hit stuff.

So I go to the motor pool a lot. Replace side mirrors, fix transmission, replace tires, reattach doors, fix the turret, fix the siren, fix the lights, add lights, fix the new lights, replace side mirrors (again), fix the siren (again), fix the seat, fix the siren (again), fix the heater, fix the AC, fix the power steering, fix the alternator, fix the spare tire mount, fix the headlights....the list goes on.

All of these repairs are not because of faulty equipment, it's because we drive these trucks through hell and back everyday.


Ugh..my head hurts. And I need to turn in laundry. And take a shower. And I haven't heard from Carlisle since Christmas....