I woke up on the right side of dirt, 
Took my helmet off cuz my head sure did hurt.
Took me a minute to dust myself off,
Over and over I told myself I was tough.
Wishing I was back home chasing skirts,
I woke up on the right side of dirt. 
I shivered and shook, my mouth dry,
I was sure lucky I didn’t die.
Tried to light a cigarette with my cold hands, 
Roadside bomb we hadn’t planned. 
My ears ringing, I guess I was a little hurt.
I woke up on the right side of dirt. 
Then I remembered I wasn’t alone.
That’s when I heard the low moans, 
A platoon of soldiers, some near death. 
I’d rather be where I was last Christmas instead. 
A little blood won’t hurt ya on your battle-dress undershirt. 
I woke up on the right side of dirt. 

*Dedication: Never forget the sacrifices of our forefathers in times of war and unrest.