A press of a button, the bombs discard
My copilot quakes with such pounding fear
Bombs darken the sky and hit the ground hard
Explosions, all that's ringing in my ear
At times I'm scared, I feel the urge to cry
This war brands me with emotional wounds
I miss my family, I ask God why
And as always the sirens sound too soon
It is time to go to work, time to kill
I hate this job but it has to be done
If I do not do it, then who else will
The seargents know there has to be someone
Without this army the nation would fall
One nation under God, and under God, all
