I did not seek it, my draft board selected me
I did not want it, just random I became a marine
I could not avoid it, I was sent on my tour
I hoped to return, but I could not be sure
Scared by things I heard and saw
Cried for my friends who lay raw
Angered by inhumanity all around
Hoped a better world could be found
Regret those I placed in my sights
Unsure that I should have the right
I know heaven gates are locked for me
The sins committed in war are key
I stood fast to protect wounded friends
Given a medal for upholding my end
Lay shocked and bleeding, once more
Carried out and saved by my corp
I think often why them and not me
Get home was my hope and my plea
Old thoughts I’ve put on the shelf
At peace with the world and myself
A lovely, poetic tribute to the warriors we remember on 11 November, and also a perceptive take on the mixed feelings they often experience about their part in a war.
Well done!
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