These Men Are My Brothers

Running, running, that's all we ever do
Running from the enemy
Never something new
Runnings all we ever do

Crying, dying, never feeling safe
This isn't how they said it would be
They didn't tell us about this place
Didn't tell us what we would see

They knew what we would do
And all the gruesome sights
We would all kill more that a few
We'd have many lonely nighs

These men are my brothers
For they are why I die
Not for those pretenders
Who stand up there and lie

Trudging through the paddocks
Watching for land mines, listening for a click
Our boots worn down to merely socks
Men constantly falling sick

Falling from the gasses
Falling from the pain
So many bruised from all the crashes
Muddy clothes from the rain

These men are my brothers
For they are why I die
Another day, more crying mothers
Searching for the answer why

Why'd it have to be him?
What did he ever do wrong?
Why'd his death have to be so grim?
He could have lived so long

Those mothers, gave them life
But these men, gave mine meaning
They're whom I think about when I'm in strife
And then i get an indescribable feeling

These men are my brothers
For they are why I die
We'd die for each other like lovers
Life... I no longer need to ask why

**English assignment, based on WW2