Casualties

The soldiers all load up their guns
All set to fight at the rising sun
To kill and maim, a heartless horde
Until the enemy can fight no more
The battle blood runs bright and red
And sets a trap within their heads
The future filled with flashback pain
Every day they'll fight again
Tears and nighttime screams abound
They can't escape the dreams they've found
Til one by one the the rifles roar
Until the soldiers are no more
And in the end the score is tied
The losers dead the victors die
At their own hands the war will end
PTSD has won again