Military man

Hola,


Hoy enterraban a una chiquilla. Porque no se es otra cosa a los veintipocos. Militar de misión "humanitaria" en Afganistán. La noticia es triste, porque siempre es triste, que alguien muera porque otro le mata.
Dejando la incoherencia, de un ejército en misión de paz, todos los medios tratan el tema, como si de un drama imprevisible se tratara. En algún momento, alguien ha olvidado que la misión de todo buen soldado, es servir a la patria y morir por ella. Es algo que asumen, o deberían, cuando se enfundan el traje.


Military man (Moore/Lynott) Run for cover 1985

Papa take a look at your boy
He's a military man
Papa take a look at your boy
He's crying
Papa take a look at your boy
He's a soldier
Papa take a look in his eyes
They're colder

Papa take a look at your boy
He's a military man
Mama take a look at your boy
He's dying
Mama take a look at your boy
He's fighting
Mama take a look at your boy
He's frightened

They have trained your boy to kill
And kill someday he will
They have trained your boy to die
And ask no questions why

Papa take a look at your boy
Take a look at your boy
Take a look at your boy
He's a killer, yeah

Mama take a look at your boy
Take a look at him now
Take a look at your boy
He's a soldier, he's colder, he's older, mama

Mama take a look at your boy
Obey the order
Mama take a look at your boy
Like a lamb to the slaughter

They have trained your boy to kill
And kill someday he will
They have trained your boy to die
And ask no questions why

One day, I will write for you a lovesong mother
As the children say, I love you, please hold me
And you and I, we will live our life together
Until that day when we die, I will love you mother
I will always love you

I'am writing from this war
Oh mama, I don't know what I'm fighting for
And have you seen my children?
God bless them, kiss them
And tell them that I miss them

See I'm frightened in the dark
Mama, mama
The blood is ankle-deep
They have trained your boy to kill
And kill someday he will
They have trained your boy to die

Mama take a look at your boy
Take a look at him now
Take a look at your boy
He's marching
He's a soldier

Oh brother, oh mama
He's on the street
He's marching to the backbeat