Drunken Soldiers' Ballad for the Mournful Day

Chaos and Delusions in my mind

Dreams of evil, and redemption in kind

God's forgiveness, even in hell

Light received, honor restored

Love can save you

So can regret

From the light of a demon

Only the honorable ones

Can lead

Save us O' Lord

I'll show you a path

Save them O'Lord

No one sheds a tear

When Mary cries

The skies break open

When Aries calls

The earth breaks free

Which road to home?

Save us O'Lord

Show us the path

to Valhalla here we go

to Valhalla here we go

Kami-sama and the 9 tailed Fox

Quetzalcoatl and a barrel of pot

Karni Mata turns her tail

Jackson's ghost sings some mournful tones

David and Goliath reunite the moon

Chorus

No regrets, no regrets

To Valhalla here we go

Bar's closed

(One monster down, there's an infinite to go)

Bar's closed

No regrets, we have no regrets

To Valhalla here we go!

(Bar's closed)

Somehow she knew the IED was there. I don't know how she knew this; she was not specifically trained in being able to detect explosives. Her knowledge might have come from those hours we poured over charts together, or the times I shared with her some of my knowledge while we were in bed together. Honestly, I don't know.

But she pushed me. She ran ahead, and told me to stop. Then, somehow, she pushed me in order to get me to stop and I did. Then everything exploded, BOOM, it was a really loud noise. The next thing I knew I woke up in the hospital. Everything hurt, and I knew I was in physical pain but that didn't matter to me. All that I knew, was that she was gone… onto another universe, heaven… hell? Oh God, I hope not hell. Please… anything but that... anything… I remembered as I woke, the moments when I would yell at her in anger. And if she did go to hell, I wondered if it would be my words that sent her there.

Yet, still she pushed me. She saved my life by sacrificing her own.

I learned later on, through browsing through hospital records that I hacked that she had been pregnant… with my baby. It was a genetically conclusive result. She never told me. I think… I think it might have been because she thought I would not have believed her.

The sorry thing about it, she might have been right then… but she's not now.

I'd die a million times, just to hold her and watch the baby be born into my arms.

I'll never get that chance now… because I was a fool.

Never be that fool. Whoever you are reading this. Please… never be that fool like me.

I tried to shoot myself in the evening hours.

She was there, trying to prevent me from doing that too.

I didn't listen to her. Now I am in hell.

I wound up in the hospital again though somehow… brain surgeons these days must be amazing… or I missed or something.

But I have a second chance now, thanks to this general I met down here in well… the psych ward… ironic but that there are actually somewhat less evil demons down here who want the chance to get out every now and then. By demons, I mean former commanding officers. You know… the real demons!

I've learned my lesson and I hope God will forgive me when he hears my prayers.

The only comfort that I have… honestly… is that I know that she is NOT here, nor in hell… my Sofia…

I will honor her memory, and make sure that not a single woman has to die in combat from an undetected IED ever again!

That is my new mission, and it is a mission more important than country of creed or ethnicity or anything else. Because in my mind, this was a mission ordained by God… and I refuse to EVER fail again.