Gunshots are heard at a distance,and bombs are dropping everywhere.
My friend is dying by my side and the smell of rotting flesh is hanging in the air.


I am an American soldier fighting in this epic war,
To give to others a freedom that my forefathers once fought for.


Many people ask me why,why do I put up with all the pain,
I look to them with pride,I look to them without shame.


I am an american soldier fighting in this epic war,
To give to others a freedom that my forefathers once fought for.


One day when I'm old and grey and my children's children look at me,
They'll say, "Grandpa tell us that story in your life when you were as young as me,
When guns were shooting at a distance and bombs were dropping everywhere,
Of your friend that died by your side, while the smell of rotting flesh hung in the air."

And then I'll look at them, with a smile on my face,
And say what I said before when I came back from that epic war,

I was an American soldier fighting in an epic war,
To give to others the freedom that my forefathers once fought for.