What They Fought For

He’d always had a knack for games,
Knew all the “shooters,” all their names.
But now that it was all too real,
He had no clue what he should feel.

He’d never held a gun before
Or thought of fighting in a war—
His place was in his grandpa’s fields,
Not using shot-up cars for shields.

All the glory “they” said was here
Did not live in the heat of fear.
‘Cause in amongst the blood and gore,
Soldiers forgot what they fought for.