The burning hot sun seers our face as we play during the summer,
Like fresh meat turning brown.
Who could have thought that we would grow up to do this?
Heroes some call us, murderers our enemies refer to us as,
Life was much easier then only playing in the yard,
But now we have a desert vast and endless.

We grew together from school and went in together.
You were always by my side, the brother I never had.
We went together perfect like a sniper and spotter,
Our job was just that.
It was only another day on the job for us.

We lay for hours in the woods or wherever,
Painted up to blend.
We were all pieces in someone’s giant game.
A MIA or KIA report meant nothing to us.

One mission after another is how it went,
We were unstoppable.
Some of us aged,
And we where no oil paintings.
Life went on though; we were brothers.
We all grew old together fighting these never ending battles.

Now were done and at the crossing roads.
Forced to say goodbye and quit.
Twenty years gone in a blink of an eye.
The desert now left and cities we see.
No one knew were not to go,
But getting their had become impossible.
The war was over.

It’s summer time soon and the heat is back.
Not old wrinkly men nor boys now, but,
Whatever will I do without my blood brother;
When those hot days come back and the sun is out?