The homesick heart of a war driven soldier
beats to the sound of shrapnel.
Smoke and death fills his lungs,
The land stinks of blood and spent ammunition.

He wakes in his bed, half a century and a thousand miles away,
covered in the sweat of war. His wife long gone,
offers comfort from her side of the bed.
Even her ghost can’t quell him.

Fifty years a soldier,
Could never shake these hounds of war
and they come around to remind him.
Fill his head and heart with a sorrow, no man should bear alone.

Just because it didn’t **** him,
it doesn’t mean he didn’t give his life.