It's not like the movies,
With a star-studded gun,
Shooting the bad guys,
Under desert's hot sun.
Please, don't be confused,
To think that it's real,
That the way soldiers think,
Is the way that they feel.
Do they show you the details?
Gore and the bloodshed?
Or the faces of killers?
Or those who are dead?
I didn't think they would,
But they do make you feel.
But the wars in the movies,
Are twisting what's real.
It's not like the movies,
Not the picture they give,
There isn't a victory,
If not all men can live.
