It don't matter

Back in the day of my generations conflict there were two often repeated sayings that perhaps served to accept or lessen the impact of witnessing the horrors of war. It don't mean nothing, and It don't matter. I held an old friend close this morning, as he died right in my arms. His eyes were pleading for salvation, and all he could make were gurgling sounds. It surely could not be right, to see my partner dying in this way, My thoughts turned to wife and children, and to them what would I say. Well, I started getting really angry, as the tears ran down my face. I am thinking none of us want to be here, in this dirty ugly place. I hear my sergeant holler "get some", as he gestures towards an old blue door. As I lay my friend down gently, I promised him payback and some more. Leading the charge the door comes down, and not by the book we hose them all. And when the smoke and dust clears, the entire family is laying on a stained and dirty floor. Because you see, there are no winners in this country, just more souls to eternity. Finding I cannot say that it means nothing, understanding someday, it will matter much to me.