(What’s that sound?)
The woman looked like a large rag doll smashed to pieces: The incident that affected him most profoundly occurred while he was leading a mobile patrol. It was 1972.
(What’s that sound?)
A massive explosion a hundred yards in front of Johnson's vehicle brought the patrol to a halt. A bomb had been detonated in an underground toilet.
(What’s that sound?)
 Johnson saw people scattering through swirling clouds of thick black smoke. Within minutes he had cordoned off the area and mounted guards to provide cover against snipers in case it was a set-up. 
(What’s that sound?)
Raised voices caught his attention. A man was screaming at a policeman and pointing at the toilet. "He was shouting, 'My wife's in there!'" Johnson raced towards the man.
(What’s that sound?)
Redemption isn't coming soon
I'm stuck here with these hidden wounds
All the things they made me do
They haunt me 
I'm drinking just to dull the pain
Images won't go away
They count the dead now why don't they just count me
(What's that sound?)
I was about to give the order when one of my men found a woman's shoe.
 Then I found her. She looked like a large rag doll smashed to pieces.
(What's that sound?)
 All that was left of her clothing was a piece of rag around her neck; other parts of her just had been blown off. Even her toes were missing. I covered her with my combat jacket and carried her out to an ambulance.
On the first day of the year
He had a grip on all the fear
You where dumb
But then gradually untold
He got a hold of your soul
Your bones are crying
All the wonders of the world to stop and letting know
Which you go through
And no one understand the pain they thought you where just playing games
It breaks my heart today
Just to hear you say
Redemption isn't coming soon
I'm stuck here with these hidden wounds
All the things they made me do
They haunt me 
(What's that sound)
I'm drinking just to dull the pain
Images won't go away
They count the dead now why don't they just count me
(What's that sound)
And I see the things go by 
But I'm just feeling numb is no one here to come over 
Cause they hate to see me cry 
They think I'm gone insane
These hidden wounds will stay open
I was taught to love and not to hate
As fire rates becomes my fate
I'm like a bomb I've detonate
Excuse me
(What's that sound)
I'm longing for another spring
A little love a natural thing
Someone to hold just anything 
That's scare free
And I've seen the days go by 
But I'm just feeling numb
There is no one here to come over
Cause they hate to see me cry 
They think I've gone insane 
These hidden wounds will stay open