Beauty of War

Clutch Your Cross And Kiss The World Goodbye;Youre a Soldier in Battle

Bare Your Arms With Honor, Because Freedom Does Not Come Free.

Fear That Once Comsumed Your Body Has Drown In Remorse & Dispair.

That Is The Beauty Of War.

The First Step On Foreign Soil, Look To Your Left; He's Dead.

Look To Your Right, Don't Try; He's Gone.

Look Ahead And Move On.

You Have Entered Hell On Earth, Now All You Know Is "Survive"

That Is The Beauty Of War.

A Once Peaceful Place Becomes A Battlefield.

Home To A Thousand Praying Men, A Thousand Shots Fired, A Thousand Shots Missed, A Thousand Corpses.

Death Devouring Every Son, Brother, Father, Soldier In Its Path, Like

Wolves Feeding On A Field Of Lambs.

That Is The Beauty Of War.

Look For  A Shot At The Cowards You Fight.

Do Not Think Whether or Not It Is Right.

One Shot, One Opportunity.

The Enemy Is Just A Threat, Nothing Alive or Breathing

Nothing With Feelings or Family; The Enemy Is Nothing.

All You Do Is Pray For The Shot To End It All.

That Is The Beauty Of War.

You Now Look To Your Left And There Is A Brother.

You Look To Your Right and He Is Now Family.

You Look Ahead And March With The Family Who Helped You Defeat The Enemy.

You Leave Behind The Cherished Memory Of The Loved And The Lost.

That Is The Beauty of PEACE.