There was a ruck sack
That wasn’t very light
I wore it on my back
And pulled the straps tight
At mile 4 the pain came hard
But I continued to walk into the night
My heels bled my back ached
Hunched over and barley awake
I never bitched I never moaned
I only grunted the grunt
That only the infantryman knows
When the fight came, I watched men die
I grunted again but with also a sigh
That pain was different it hit really deep
But I never let on that I was feeling weak
I continued to walk with my Alice in toe
Hunched over and grunting
Where did my Ranger buddy go
When I returned home the pain was still there
10% here and 10% there
I am a warrior and warriors aren’t weak
I will keep it to myself, I’ll never speak
No one will hear me they won’t understand
So just like my rucksack I will withstand
The pain that runs deep from the terrors I’ve seen
I won’t let my guard down, I’ll let no one see
The tears that fall down my cheeks
Because boys don’t cry
That shit is weak.
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