You want to know
The soul of a warrior?:
We deal with eternity.
Not bullets or bombs,
Not thinking or qualms,
We deal life or death: him or me.
Long time ago
When I chose to go,
We were hated, spit on, and scorned.
Now it’s “Thanks for your service.”
From sympathy folks,
Who at the time
Weren’t even born.
No one has dared
Or honestly cared
To shudder and utter and claim:
“Thank you for doing what I voted for,
The killing of men in my name.”
This is the truth of our task
You should know,
The essential war spirit of men:
We did what was done,
For the all and the one,
For the hope none
Will do it again.