Feelings of being in the USA Army

Marching
The heat of Hell’s flames
The smell of Cow’s shit
The feeling of Needle sucking your blood
The sound of the devil’s hiss
I would rather march into a Tar pit

Prison
There are no bars just army cloth
There are no chains just orders
There are no guards just Drill Sergeants
But the feeling is all the same

Sill, Ok
Heat and Sun
The yelling is no fun
All the mud
Ruins all the fun
Waiting is all I do
Others are going home too