The Greater Good

On high in blue and saffron flight, a swoop, then upward soar again, all through the day and into night, the guardian of my fellow men. I'm unaware of whom I'll kill, nor sentient of the souls below who scramble 'neath outcrop or hill, and huddle, be I friend or foe? No order, nor the call to arms compelled my journey to the skies, an instant urge, bereft of qualms, drove me to question truth from lies and challenge my mortality. To vie for human brotherhood, the measure of eternity, the struggle for the greater good.