Casey

Remember kiddies:
"Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much. You're not that good."
Sometimes in my bed at night,
I curse the dark and I pray for light.
And sometimes, the light’s no consolation.
Blinded by a memory.
Afraid of what it might do to me.
And the tears and the sweat only mock my desperation.
Don’t you know me I’m the boy next door.
The one you find so easy to ignore.
Is that what I was fighting for?
Walking on a thin line.
Straight off the front line.
Labeled as freaks loose on the streets of the city.
Walking on a thin line.
Angry all the time,
Take a look at my face, see what it’s doing to me.
Taught me how to shoot to kill.
A specialist with a deadly skill.
A skill I needed to have to be a survivor.
It’s over now or so they say.
Well, sometimes, it don’t turn out that way.
Cause you're never the same when you’ve been under fire.
My journey to Iraq started back in 2004 when I received a request from a “well known” private military contractor. This PMC offered me a decent salary to coordinate the control of vector-borne disease throughout Iraq. This is just military speak for “killin’ bugs!” I accepted the position and had many interesting and harrowing experiences while in their employ. I made many friends and contacts that lead to my current field of expertise. I figured if I am going to be paid to “exterminate” why not up the challenge to a more difficult “pest”. So I “whored” myself out to the highest bidder, trust me there’s plenty of companies looking for “security” and now find myself sometimes wondering, “What am I doing here?”
I really do not care if you agree with my “politics” or not ‘cause I am here to make friends not “running mates”. My decisions in life and opinions are just that mine; befriend me for me…all of me, the good, bad and ugly and I will do the same.
Announcement for the “kids” and "Fobbits"(you know who you are) who have the "FUCK YOU MERCENARY" attitude…get a life or better yet a job! Hey Fobbit leave the wire once in awhile and then talk your shit!
Fobbit=someone who never leaves the FOB (camp or base)