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May 2015
When I joined the army, I had no ******* idea what I was doing
you would think, if you're putting your life on the line, you would have a reason
not me
some say they do it for their country
others for glory and riches
some do it because they don't have other options
well, I guess I always wanted to be famous
I saw the recruitment ads one day and thought
"seems fun, why the hell not?"
I had no idea what I was getting into
You join up as rank and file
a meat shield, walking corpse
you go for glory, but a lot of times you don't find it
when you finally do though
its nothing like you imagined
you think before that they will be parades and speeches and parties
a medal or a key to the city, something naive like that
that's not what happens
do your job a bit different
and all of a sudden people congratulate you
saying you're a hero
a patriot
but really, you were just a soldier
doing your job
all the celebrations seem bleak and grey
no amount of awards or medals means anything
all the interviews and appearances are dull
you read the lines they tell you
and sometimes say some ******* cliche
but in your head
you just repeat to yourself
I was just doing my job
Written by
Brodie Corrigan  Vancouver
(Vancouver)   
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