My Regret

My Regret I served my country, true to my beliefs. Did what was asked, did as told. Why do I feel so old? I did no high speed combat team, Never stormed a door, never stepped in hell's domain. So why do I feel so unclean. I can't sleep any more, Thinking of my chores, Sending brave men, and women, Some of them barely from their mothers home. To go to another land, a temporary home. Some went, and never came back, Some went and wished they could take it all back. Some came back missing a part of themselves, Lost in the sand, Lost in the streets, These soldier’s should be proud of themselves. But I am not proud of what I have done, Sending these men to have their worlds come undone. Following orders, Sending out orders. I hate myself for what I did. I sleep dreaming of the zombies of my fallen brethren following me asking, Why me, why did you send me. I cannot reply, I can only say. I was following orders.