Not so long ago, I was reading an article about the battle for Fallujah, Iraq. The reporter, who had written the story, was "imbedded" with a group of Marines who were assigned at the front battle lines of that city. In case you are unfamiliar with what occurred there, it was the first time the United States had committed troops to a large-scale "urban' battle. The fighting was furious and very dangerous. The insurgents had plenty of places to hide, weapons and munitions, and did not wear uniforms. Needless to say, it was very difficult for our troops to determine who the enemy actually was. On a daily basis, they were literally fighting house-to-house and street-to-street. Unfortunately, many lives were lost. I could only think back to what I was doing at that age (22-27), and remember one thing for sure. I was not being shot at when I went to work every day! One young soldier in particular stood out in that article. When asked by the reporter what he was going to do after he got out, he said: "I don't have any family, or a home. My mom is gone and I don't know where my dad is. This [my squad] is my family. So, I'll stay here with them as long as it takes." How ironic it is that a kid in his early twenties, fighting for his life on a daily basis, had nothing to look forward to when his tour ended. Absolutely no support from family and/or friends back home. I wished, at that time, I could have embraced this young man and told him how everything would eventually work out for him. Well, I couldn't do that. So, instead, I wrote a song about him. It's called: Surviving Fallujah. It is fictionalized somewhat, for the sake of a good melody, but captures the essence of what I read he was feeling and thinking prior to stepping into another very dangerous fight. Over a period of time, with the help of my friends in the band, the song evolved into what you are about to hear. Listen carefully, or read the on-line lyrics while you play the song. Oh, and one more thing: When you see one of our brave soldiers, tell him or her that you appreciate the job they do and that you are thinking about them. Then, buy 'em a tall cold beer! Randy.