He knows hell and lives in the torture of today.
Heart pumping violently against his ribcage,
As the last Act ends on this setting stage.
Dancing in gunfire and they all start to sway;
And fall without grace to stay as they lay.
He carries on not knowing as he charges,
Death has called, as he has through the ages.
Die together to rest alone. The blood it stays
Stained brown on the Earths carpet,
The lingering evidence of slaughter in sight.
The men fade beyond memory; people forget
Over time, the soldiers and lives given in fight.
Remember the cost, and joy of defeated threat.
And the fallen, whose wings are now ready for flight.