In Harms Way

Their mission at hand , can't be defined, sent far away leaving loved ones behind. Streets patrolled every minute of the day, a land of bloodshed, a society in disarray. Killed or wounded the reports come in, as more are recruited, and trained to defend. Tears keep falling every minute of the day, as families bow their heads to pray. A wise woman I'm not, but who is these days, when they send more, and more in the middle of harms way. God bless our soldiers, and bring them home, this war we are in, has been going on too long.