““Desert Storm” by William Smith I am the marine on the border of Kuwait, I am the soldier, only God knows my fate. I’m the sailor in a sea where I might die, I am the pilot, breathing hell from the sky. Twenty years ago, I was born in the U.S.A., I got sent to the Desert Storm, one August day. I’m young and scared, but still full of pride, I’m an American, and right is on my side. Grand-dad served Old Glory in World War number two, And I’m still defending the red, white, and blue. Not one drop of blood is worth the oil in Kuwait, I might kill a man, I don’t know enough to hate. Hell I don’t even know if I’m going to win, But I still believe that freedom’s not a sin. The soldiers of Iraq are waitin’ there to die, Both sides are still screamin’ the same warrior’s cry. Why? Why? Why? I am the marine on the border of Kuwait, I am the soldier, only God knows my fate. I’m the sailor in a sea where I might die, And I am the pilot, breathing hell from the sky.”