I was told by my peers  
That honor and valor  
Could be found in a far-off field,  
As if war was a scavenger hunt  
Wherein men of all ages  
Fought to the death  
Looking for little baubles  
And adjectives.  

I was told to return  
With my shield or on it,  
And how different those words sound  
When you listen to the shells, shouts, and screams  
In a far-off field.  

But when this land sleeps in silence,  
The locals can be grateful  
That all the young boys  
Looking for adjectives and baubles  
Have made a far-off field  
Full of daisies,  
Beautiful in the sun  
And graceful on the breeze.