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