Becoming a Soldier
Becoming a Soldier
I stand in line
My number is up
I want to run
But it is my duty to serve
I’m only 18 but they tell me I’m a man now
I don’t even know how to wash my own clothes
But soon I will be fighting for my life and yours
I have never killed anything in my life
But now everything has changed
It is me against them
Kill or be killed
I will watch as my friends die alongside me
I will see women and children slaughtered and cities burned
I will carry these images with me for life
I am told this is my duty and my responsibility
I am hated by some and a hero by others
My only hope is to return home in one piece
For only those who have experienced war can truly understand
That war never ends
You just learn to live amongst the battleground within you
Copyright © Christine Shuster | Year Posted 2015
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