I guess I never realized how strong of a soldier I had been until the war was over.
It wasn't until I ran out of ammunition that I looked back on what I conquered.
You were my biggest fight and I fought off the enemy that stood in my way.
But there was always that one barrier I could never surpass.
Each day I tried a different route and strategy, but I always came up short.
I was the last soldier that believed in our cause.
As I stood there on the front line defenseless with lack of ammunition and ambition, it occurred to me I was fighting alone the whole time.
No one believed in our cause more than I did, only I knew what I was fighting for.
Treason was never an option because loyalty to us was everything.
I watched you fall to your knees with your hands raised high giving in.
I was the soldier standing for you, and as I rushed to pull you from your knees,
It hit me.
You didn't ask me to fight, nor did you ask for me to save you.
I started this war, and it ended while the bullets pierced through my heart as you walked away.
I died just as I fought, alone.