Soldiers Being Called Home

Unreasonably straight the soldier marches Hiding his human in unanimous starches. Intimidation arriving on his straight lined face. A new recruit falls in line, keeping the pace. Soon there are seven, none with smile found. As others fall, they join the heavenly bound. Loud angry artillery fire all around. It is a horrible woeful sorrowful sound. Many barely starting out with any of experience at all. They are being called home, these soldiers who fall. Leaving their bodies where they fell on this dismal night They effectively march toward a more nurturing light.