The Death of Their Morale

The best morale exist when you never hear the word mentioned. When you hear a lot of talk about it, it’s usually lousy.

Dwight Eisenhower

THE DEATH OF THEIR MORALE

It is quiet on the front when the shooting stops

But the bombs in the distance never cease

There is no longer hopeful banter among the soldiers

Just private prayers for those recently deceased

They landed in Afghanistan ready to fight

Young and cocky, they'd be the ones to get it done

But as days turned to night and night's turned to months

All they ever thought of was missing someone

The enemy had no conception of loss

For Allah they were willing to die

For every kill another was there

For Shiite they would always comply

You could tell that this war took its toll

The soldiers knew there would be no surrender

Morale is at an all time low

The war's reason grew hard to remember

The Commander in Chief Vacations in Maui

There are photo ops with wounded vets

The lonely months in Afghanistan

Are as tortuous as any war can get

There is no longer a will to win this thing

An end can no longer be found

They just count the days until fresh troops come in

And their boots are no longer on this God forsaken ground