in his or her green and kaki army fatigues
they fight a war
so where freedoms and democracy can prevail
with no red cape
no special powers
without a reflecting shield
they march into a battlefield
guns drawn
they put up the greatest fight
hiding their fear of flight
the whistle
the bullets sound
the direction
the way
the bullets paved their way
they knew exactly where to end
the god awful sounds
as one by one they hit the ground
the hearts slow and struggle to beat
no loved ones by their side
our heroes die