The American Private

I just woke up today and I’m only 18.
I just signed up today because she said that she didn’t love me.
I just got assigned KP duty in Basic Training because I am a whiz with cheese.
But I’m sure I love America…
I don’t know what I am doing, do you?
I want some weed or some booze or something…
I don’t know who I am, do you?
I don’t know If Bangladesh is a language or a place.
I just got a yellow fever vaccination and I am stationed in Alabama.
I just feel like a glorified military maid.
But I’m sure I love Liberty…
I just think about my mom’s meatloaf when I eat chow in the mess hall.
I don’t know why I am here, do you?
I want some cocaine, or some heroin or something…
I don’t know what any of this means, do you?
I just learned the difference between 1800 hours and  6 PM.
I just don’t think that this is much different than prison.
I just think she will love me once she knows that I am a soldier.
But I’m sure that I only love her…
I don’t know if I can do this, do you?
I want some sex or some money or something…
I don’t know when I will be home, do you?
I just think that I look better with long hair and a beard.
I just learned how to use an M16A4 and I suck clearly.
I just don’t get an insignia as an E-1 said the Sargent.
But I’m sure I love all the wrong things…
I don’t know if she will ever love me, do you?
I want to fade or disappear or something…
I don’t know what I am fighting her or them for, do you?