From all the scars on my brain

Thoughts of my time in hell

Just makes me want to yell

Can’t undo what’s been done

Wishing I could say we won

Thought we were doing right

Never got to show our might

Lifetime spent wondering why

So many of us went and had to die

Oh so many families ripped apart

Moms and Dads living with an aching heart

A welcome home that wasn’t right

Coming back in the middle of the night

No brass band no ticker tape parade

Returning home was just a cruel charade

Background sequence by Barry Taylor