We hold their heads in our lap as they lay dying.
We tell them they did good,
that they stood their ground.
We stare into their eyes and know there is no hope,
they took a bad hit,
and won't recover.

Around us are bodies strewn across the ground,
they are the ones who weren’t so lucky,
left on the ground for the scavengers
because the countires were at war.

Was it worth it to lose all those good people?
In the end, it is not,
because in the end those men did not fight for their country,
those men fought so the man beside him could go home to his family,
so someone, anyone, would get out of the war alive.