Stranger to the local custom,
Sent in blindness void of reason,
Purposed only to defend,
Cautioned not to question orders,
You are but a puzzle piece.
Higher forces guide decisions.
“You will thank us in the end.”
Settling into your mission,
Studying a hated foe,
Never knowing what may happen
When and if the mortars fly.
Stealthily behind your weapon,
Senses climbing to a peak,
Ready to defend your comrades,
Question not the reason why.
Grateful when the fray is over,
Though you’re weary to the bone.
A needful nation sent you there.
A thankful throng welcomes you home.