Indirect Casualties

A young girl watches,
As her father begins to fly.
She gazes at her mother,
Unable to understand why.
"Why mommy? Where is daddy going?"
"He is going away," going away to die

Far off in a distant land,
A boy becomes the hand of god.
He is almost too weak to stand,
But he must go become a man.
So he grabs the detonator in his hand,
Walks innocently to an unsuspecting man.

A black car like death is coming ,
bringing news to a widow.
Making the warmest hearts run cold
He hands her a letter, says how sorry he is.
She cries for the man,
She will never see again.

As Plato once said
"Only the dead have seen the end of the war"