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.