At eighteen years of age
Contemplating the possibilities.
No questions arise, we will engage
Even though all the hostilities.
An aging cracked door,
Shown through years of ware,
Shadows reflecting upon the floor,
Distant rumbles, war continues with much despair.
Seperated from the rest,
Only three of us remain.
Protection's a never ending quest
Together we must ascertain.
Three taps, three clicks,
Three saftey's off
One city boy, and two hic's
Together as one were all better off.
Left, right, progressing forth
Deffening echoes, blinding flashes.
Bodies fall upon dirt covered earth,
Screaming I yell, "our views clash, go to hell."
An ambush, entrenchment,
They've been waiting since last night.
An informant must of given a hint,
For as we had stayed far out of sight.
Captured and bound,
Against fighting will.
The differences are profound,
To soon be the ill.
Lying on the ground, gagged and tied down,
I see their corpses stripped, dog tags removed,
They stand me up, a knock to the crown
Pain and migranes later behooved.
Stripped of all dignity,
Deprived of all food.
Tortured with indignity,
Unclothed to the nude.
