In the morning
Before the break of dawn
After a sleepless night
Before the battle
Recounting the costs
The greater the fight
The more casualties there are
More killed, more lost
Those thoughts always
They come to remind
The dear costs of war
Seeing every face everyday
Personifies those sentenced
To die on orders given
Sons and daughters forfeit
To causes often unclear
Their families must know
That their loved ones here
Were not easily forfeited
There may be no answers
No answers as to why them
But to know it was not easy
To disregard your love of them?
No, to know they truly counted