Mark I. Kirkmeyer


I was just trying to be a father,
Raise a daughter and a son,
Be a lover to their mother:
Then the nightmares come.
Up and at ‘em ‘fore the sun,
I’m all business in my suit,
Yeah, I’m dressed for success
from my head down to my boots.
I don’t do it for money,
there’s still bills that I can’t pay,
I don’t do it for the glory,
No one will remember my name.
I’ve lost my future, no responsibility,
Yeah I’m real good under pressure,
being all that I can be,
and I’m sick everyday
dreamin’ of what I’ve done wrong
I just hide through all the holidays,
And patrol all night long.
You can bet that I stand ready
when the wolf growls at the door,
Hey, I’m rock hard, hey I’m ready,
I can’t relax since that damn war.
And I will always be on duty,
I’ve already paid the price,
I’ve counted up the cost,
I know the sacrifice.
Oh, and I didn’t die for you,
It was a lost soul for me,
I bear that cross without honor,
‘Cause freedom don’t come free.

I’m a dysfunctional veteran, a veteran
Beside my brothers and my sisters
I proudly took a stand,
When liberty was in jeopardy
I always did what’s right.
I’m out here on the front lines,
sleep in peace tonight.
Dysfunctional Veteran, a Veteran,
Guardin’ your home town.

Author’s Note: With thanks to the song, “American Soldier”, by Toby Keith for the inspiration