To stand on unfamiliar soil,
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.
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