Me

The battlefield is filled with blood, Washing the whole field like an ocean that will never end, My comrades kill to defend themselves, I kill to survive My enemies watching my steps, Seeking to end my life, A treasure to be coveted, My enemy, out of bullets, Calling to his comrades to help him preserve his life, His life at the tips of my fingers, A young man of his generation ending lives for glory, My nephew and he, the same age, Different directions in life, I can't bring myself to end a young man's life in cold blood, What does that make me?