I love this song. I don't see it in the teenager-boy sense of 'Get Some', but rather the Marine Corps battle cry - 'GET SOME!'. Come to think of it, they're both teenage boys, but that's not the point; one involves firing a weapon, the other involves discharging a cannon. You see what I did there? That's enough wankery, though.
[Assume the following plaintext are the thoughts / observations of a Marine in a combat situation. I will attempt to guide you through the imagry of my brain. Italics indicate lyrics, and where I find parallels in my head.]
I've tried an idea for no reason; keep the sun off our shoulders
Crawling back to- I black out.
Touching new life, face down. Set the pace again.
"Great. We had to do that. I had to give that order." Just trying to get my guys by.
One thing after another, and now I'm crawling for safety. Fuck. Where's my squad?
A weapon. Thank God. I'm in control again.
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