The kid from Cleveland, in the comfort of routine;
Scans his dials and smiles; secure in the beauty of military life;
There is no right or wrong, only tin cans and cordite and white cliffs and blue skies and flight flight flight;
The beauty of military life.
No questions only orders and flight only flight, what a beautiful sight in his wild blue dream;
The eternal child leafs through his war magazine;
And his kind Uncle Sam feeds ten trillion in change into the total entertainment combat video game.
Roger Waters, “Lake Home Tonight, Part I”