[male vocals] Every
soldier
Every
soldier
is
a
weapon,
and
every
weapon
is
a
killer
and
destroyer.
Every
soldier
has
one
experience
or
two
to
share
and
every
gun
has
a
story
to
tell.
Every
uniform
has
a
story
to
tell,
every
boot
has
a
tale
to
recount,
every
gun
has
a
memory
to
share,
every
bullet
has
different
feelings
to
haunt
about.
Life
of
a
soldier
is
traumatic
one,
sometimes
war
stories
may
sound
joviar
and
thrilling
but
every
soldier
has
different
story
to
tell.
None
of
the
story
is
funnier
than
traumatic
experiences
that
lives
in
traumatically
in
their
hearts.
Many
had
no
story
to
tell,
they
died
in
the
frontline
of
battles,
many
died
long
time
ago
but
their
heroic
acts
are
pyrrhic
and
stoic
to
be
left
for
Hollywood
story
lines
and
big
screens.
Many
died
begging
for
their
lives,
many
remained
traumatic
for
the
rest
of
their
lives,
many
living
half
of
their
miserable
lives
in
perpetual
pains
and
regrets.
War
is
no
fun,
gun
blazing
is
no
picnic,
running
and
chasing
enemies
is
no
field
track
events,
it's
a
game
of
life
and
death,
the
hunter
and
the
hunted,
preys
and
predators,
zoombies
and
beasts.
Every
uniform
has
a
story
to
tell,
every
boot
has
a
tale
to
recount,
every
gun
has
a
memory
to
share,
every
bullet
has
different
feelings
to
haunt
about.
No
one
has
finer
story
to
tell
about
war,
it's
no
good
story
lines,
rather,
a
waterline
of
agonies,
gory
and
glory.
The
zero
sum
is
not
zero
lives
lost.
It's
a
story
of
lost
and
carnages.
Every
uniform
has
a
story,
every
boot
has
a
tale,
every
gun
has
a
memory,
every
bullet
has
different
feelings.
None
remembered
number
of
children
killed,
women
killed
in
their
sleep,
men
who
died
running
and
fighting
to
defend
homelands.
Hmm
very
Pathetic
scene
to
recall.
Every
soldier
is
drilled
to
destroy,
every
gun
is
built
to
kill,
every
bullet
is
designed
take
live.
Every
uniform
is
an
identity,
every
boot
is
designed
to
walk
on
terrains
and
sea
of
blood.
Every
uniform
has
a
story
to
tell,
every
boot
has
a
tale
to
recount,
every
gun
has
a
memory
to
share,
every
bullet
has
different
feelings
to
haunt
about.
The
war
capitalists
chill
and
relax
in
luxury
of
good
lives,
away
from
noise
of
war
and
banging
sounds
of
bombs.
They
hate
it!
There
own
creations
is
a
menace
to
their
feelings
and
faith.
The
game
never
ends,
it's
a
vicious
circle
of
dark
game
of
victory
and
defeat,
the
victor
and
the
vanguished,
the
winner
and
the
loser,
the
loses
and
the
gains,
clean
balance
sheet
and
dirty,
torn,
wretch-looking
sheet
of
losers.
War
is
crazy,
soldiers
are
zoombies,
guns
are
beasts,
bullets
are
ghosts
looking
for
human
graves,
war
capitalists
are
vultures
feeding
from
carcass
of
war,
fourth
estate
of
the
realm
are
hyenas
of
war,
somestimes
extension
of
war
machines.
War
is
dark
and
dirty,
war
is
an
infectious
disease,
war
is
a
crime
against
humanity,
war
fines
substances
in
gory
and
glory,
war
is
a
game
of
chess
among
war
capitalists.
Every
uniform
has
a
story
to
tell,
every
boot
has
a
tale
to
recount,
every
gun
has
a
memory
to
share,
every
bullet
has
different
feelings
to
haunt
about.