Three men march down a sandy street

All is silent,

but only for a short while.

The shots are heard,

The men get ready.

They shoot, shoot till all is silent.

The youngest of the three looks down

Beside him is their leader.

The man who led them through thick and thin.

He was no longer a part.

He had gone home.

The young man broke down.

He had seen death.

Death of the enemy.

He knew the day would come

When a man he knew would die.

He didn't expect it to be his leader though.

Someone he had known so well.

The other man put his arms around the man.

He knew it was hard.

He had had a hard time the first death as well.

He hadn't broken down in the street, he had just been silent.

No matter what though he would hold the boy.

Hold him like he was his own child.

That was his duty, right then and there.