The bullet grazes the shoulder
Of a truly heroic soldier.
It hit his friend beside him
Igniting the end of Jim.

Constantly battling for survival
With no way of self revival.
They say the mental scars are deeper
And the hills are increasingly steeper.

The truth is a soldier of any kind
Will not return in the frame of mind
That he joined the army with.

Some may not return at all
With a wife and kids so small
They may never know their dad.