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we were 8  years old pretending, uncle sam called us to fight with our bb guns camoflauge pants and old swiss army knives. Jt was my battle buddy, we were pint size green berets, and he had my back when those squirrels attacked around our secret base. and the scars we got while fighting were all healed by supper time, yea i won every battle in that little town of mine. back when war wasn't war and your best friend didnt bleed when that yelling in the darkness was just my momma calling me. we folded paper airplanes instead of folding flags to mourn when time was all we had to kill and war wasn't war.  we signed our names on the dotted line when we both turned 18 after 13 weeks of sweat n blood they shipped us overseas. tonight sarge ordered lock and load, take a knee and pray and then we felt the gates of hell open up on judgement day.  it was like the world exploded, we'd stumble then we'd fall wish i was still as bullet proof as we were when we were tall. back when war wasn't war and your best friend didnt bleed when that yelling in the darkness was just my momma calling me. we folded paper airplanes instead of folding flags to mourn when time was all we had to kill and war wasn't war.  now the battle's finally over and im thinking bout jt, and how we'd run under summer skies in a game of make belive. he'd be standing in the backyard trying not to make a sound then i'd yell bang bang your dead and he'd fall down...falll down..back when war wasn't war and your best friend didnt bleed when that yelling in the darkness was just my momma calling me. we folded paper airplanes instead of folding flags to mourn when time was all we had to kill and war wasn't war.  back when peace was just a signe we'd make and war wasn't war.