Looking forth into the doom,
Simple silent full of gloom.
Standing proud with dark colored jacket,
Wearing proudly three-starred bracket.
Looking on with brow writ,
War chiseling down his human spirit.
Determined to keep going on,
Even if his world is spiraling down.
Looking on to family, friends,
And things won and lost.
Last battle made victory close at hand,
God just make this evil war end.
The friendship, the hate, and the evil,
Of this war haunts him still.
Forced to shoot another,
Fearing to shoot his brother.
Hating giving orders,
Sending men to die.
End this war of brother vs. brother
And fight it not again!
But alas, he must return to camp,
No matter how much he kicks and stamps.