Kamikaze

You won't find me
In a foxhole
Praying just in case
I've been wrong
All these years

You won't find me
Standing over a map
And barking orders
From the rear

You won't find me
Salvaging the ears
Of my enemies
Or counting scalps
When my hands
Were not involved

Chances are
You won't find me
At all
But if such
Is your intention
Check the front lines
Of this every day war
And watch as I
Take bullets
Never intended
For me