He stared at the scars on his body, with bullet marks and knives on them. He walked through the mountains of blood and blood from Africa to the Middle East, from Southeast Asia to South America. With his head down, he softly sang his own song .Under the m16 where the flames of war are burning, I stare at my scars. We don't need to show our faces, because that is not important. Fighting is my destiny, and the battlefield is my only destination&