Lyrics

I WAS A SOLDIER
(words and music by David E. Johnston)

I was a soldier in a kill squad overseas
I brought the justice from the nation of the free
You know and I know exactly what that means
I was a soldier in a kill squad overseas
I found a young boy, he was only just fifteen
Out in the poppies, he farmed his daddy’s field
One quick grenade toss and a hero I would be
Sliced off his pinkie in a ziploc saved for me
I was a soldier in a kill squad overseas
I brought the justice from the nation of the free
Rhyme and reason vanished in the dust
Where do feelings go when trampled in the dust?
High fives and hash pipes in the quiet desert night
What makes the measure of a man
when a boy is sent to fight
I was only four years older than him
And I want to pose for pictures with him
So I lifted up the head by the jet black hair of him
I was only fours years older than him