A life learned for its prevervation
A community bound by rules
There comes a day a war ignites
With it, the obligation to go
Trained to obey orders unhesitantly
Not to let down buddies depending
Kept close, real close, a family
Us verses all of them 'til the end
Fear mixed with duty breed death
Killing is a distasteful necessity
Those that love it, never return
Those that abhor it, never leave
Men who never met you shooting
They kill without bias or reason
Difference shouldn't mark a man
The good and evil undistinguished
Then comes the day to die or detach
The dead find peace forced upon them
Going back to a different world naive
That never again will be the same
The exhileration of so surviving
Directly after violent engagements
Gives way to the guilt of being
When others have been decimated
Never to see those comrades again
Never to relive the pain of returning
Two worlds apart at times are one
Moments met zooming back there
Knife's edge of emotion ever teetering
Triggered by similar senses borne
Choked down deep, and kept away
Always near, plague of slumber
Life goes on and family too
Thoughts of deprivation haunting
All they lost, all that was taken
Knowing men still want to kill
In later years hoping for renewal
Wonderment of final judgment
Regrouping with those fallen
Time alone veils those wounds