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Band of Brothers, Band of Fools
They go home to see their families,
and instead one of their number
takes a bullet in defense of his home.
And yet, he still serves.
They go across the world,
living lives apart from the familiar;
different from everything they once knew.
They lose one invaluable member, whether a legend
or just a true blue friend; they gain others,
new ones to train, to befriend, perchance to lose.
We band of brothers;
we band of fools.
They get told one thing, given an idea,
and quickly find out the lies;
but not until they are no longer free.
And yet, they still serve.
They suffer under the thumb of the inept,
castigated if they try to fix, speak, think -
logic and reason held hostage, suffocated.
They smolder and seethe, filled with hatred,
some just trying to survive their own purgatory;
biding time until their mistake expires.
In this band, I am the bitter brother;
in this band, I am the fucking fool.