I I lied when I said “I’ll be home soon, don’t you worry about me” I just didn’t want to hear you burst into tears through the receiver for it would also rain down my cheeks under the shadow of my helmet.
II I lied when I said “Victory is ours” after two nights and a wake-up the only thing that was ours were the dead bodies of my comrades bullet holes looked like constellations a mixture of green and red on the concrete sky
III I lied when I said “Prepare a feast, decorate the streets, the hero is coming home” when all I did was cower behind a fort of soil and barbed wires shaking barely breathing white knuckles tightly gripping the Garand as they circled the area like vultures searching for prey in a desert full of bones
IV I lied to keep you from worrying about my safety because dear, no one is safe on the battlefield
V I lied as I took my oath each word piercing my throat like swallowing needles when they pinned on my uniform, the entire collection glistening in the morning light the clanging noise as I march like church bells ringing a haunting sound echoing through the hallway the weight of the carats is nothing compared to the weight of my guilt
VI I lied when I told you that I was a hero when I came home but son, the real heroes are six feet under the stone.