Born On The Fourth Of July

Born on the Fourth of JulyThe Blood is still rolling off my flak jacket from the hole in my shoulder and there are bullets cracking into the sand all around me. I keep trying to move my legs, but I cannot feel them."Oh, get me out of here, get me out of here, please, someone help me! Oh, help me, please help me. Oh, God, oh, Jesus!"I try to breathe, but it is difficult. I have to get out of this place, make it out of here somehow.Someone shouts from my left now, screaming for me to get...