Song for veterans with PTSD and the problem many face with suicide

Whiskey For Breakfast Its been the same way in this world since the dawn of time When the first man said this land here is mine He picked up a rock and there was blood on his hands A curse on the ground his brother dying on the sand They called him Johnny Reb and he wore that name with pride It was brother against brother some fighting side by side Antietam down to Vicksburg marching to the devils den After all that time still wondering where the hell hes been Whiskey for breakfast they say its a sin But theyve never seen the places that Ive been. Ive been dreaming about mountains and faces of the dead Im drinking whiskey for breakfast, until these nightmares end. Nightmares that haunt me in the middle of the day Closing my eyes I cant chase them away Some came home and some remain just names on a wall Walking down a busy street I feel the darkness call Whiskey for breakfast they say its a sin But theyve never seen the places that Ive been. Ive been dreaming of jungles and faces of the dead Im drinking whiskey for breakfast, until these nightmares end. In the devils sand box you cant tell friends from foe Death is waiting for you, everywhere you go. Whiskey for breakfast they say its a sin But theyve never seen those places that Ive been. Ive been dreaming of deserts and faces of the dead Im drinking whiskey for breakfast, until these nightmares end.