Day In the Life of a Soldier
I hear the all too familar sound,
Another day fighting,
Another step closer to dying,
Shoot or be shot,
Live or fight for every last breath,
The choice is difficult,
But it is ours to make every day out here.
I look around,
I see my brothers in arms falling,
They are stained red,
As if to prove the war is neverending,
Each day is a fight,
Giving up isn't a choice any longer,
We must avenge the fallen.
I look across to the enemy,
They are taking our numbers quickly,
Time to do some damage to them,
I run out shooting a gun in each hand,
They will not kill another one of my brothers,
Not before they get some damage done to them.
When the fighting is all done,
Our countries will call us all heroes,
The ones who are alive,
As well as the ones no longer with us.
Both sides will be heroes in someone's eyes,
All of us have loved ones,
None deserve to die.
Copyright © Bianca Vanvalkenburg | Year Posted 2015
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