Poetry.....Beginning To End

My Fallen Soldier

Walking into battles

Scars on your face

Guns slung across your back

And our flag held high.

But who knew he'd never come back.

He'd never return

Surely

It was not he.

But still he went

And it was his gun

The gun that killed him

Threatened to kill

So many others

Just like him

Him killed him instead

What about the family

That he left behind

The pains

The memory

The loss

For it was they

Who told him

Don't go.

My fallen soldier.