No matter what training or school or course it was in,
Fort whatever-it-was, lying on the ground at night
In the woods, cheek rested on the M-240B on guard
I fought the Z-monster but said ‘this is just training
If it was real, you’d never fall asleep on guard it’s
Just not possible – that’ll never be me.’
“Attention to detail, airborne!” the black hats screamed
As we moved double-time everywhere we went, reminding us
How important it is to pay attention to details; we would
See this again on deployment when it came to complacency,
And the horror stories we heard about how complacency kills,
But this is combat – We know its the real deal, that’ll never be me.
And we dealt with staff officers in the TOC and in the rear,
Listening to what we knew were stupid tasking’s and dumb
FRAGO’s that made no sense; these guys don’t work on the line
They have absolutely no idea what is important, they’ve lost
Touch with the Soldier and the mission – no matter
Where I go or what rank I pin on, that’ll never be me.
And as a civilian now as I sit at my desk, information fed
On a grand scale with new timelines and deadlines, I think back
And convinced that I know what I’m doing I act, or I decide
With ease; yes attention not paid, I am sleepy and I have become
What I hated and know no way back out. And on the TV in the mountains
Of Afghanistan and in the lurch in Syria U.S. forces march on.
Paying attention, remaining vigilant, avoiding complacency and
On top of their game; no, that’ll never be me. Not anymore.