A story of a distraught soldier


Tactics tactics we need to move.

I have a rifle I need to smooth.

Lets go lets go I shout outloud.

They're men that bleed I have not bound.


What comes from this?

I may not know.

My family in strife,

I sure endowed.

When will it stop?

It's up to me.

I need to move,

if not for He.


Commander commander I must leave.

For I have family upon my sleeve.

I raise my arm to the sky,

An show a tattoo of my daughters eyes.


If not now

where will it be?

in a casket?

We will see.

I refuse to think

I refuse to dare

To ponder a life

When they're not there.


Integrity integrity is nothing more,

Than a shipwrecked feeling upon my door.

I love my country this is true

But how can I love after I am through?



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