He braved the enemies,
He felt no fear.
He was in the epicenter,
Of a cruel war…

Yes, he had chosen it,
To serve his country,
But has often felt remorse,
Whenever his weapon claimed a life.

And now he was in pain,
He was in a trance,
A bullet perhaps?

Images flashed,
In his minds eye.
Familiar faces he could see.
He tried to concentrate…

His family.
He loved them all.
He missed them too much.
No he didn’t want to die…

He fought to keep alive,
He thought of war, no more…
In his twenty five years of life,
He had always been an optimist…

But the pain,
It pierced on…
Then he knew nothing,
As he passed out.

When he awoke,
He lay in the army camp.
He had been rescued,
He had made it out alive, this time.

Not more than a week later,
He was back at the front again,
Battling between life and death,
That’s a soldier’s life…