Lost Names

We will not return from were we came.
No turning back.
We are here to be struck down by the armies of other men.

Mindless soldiers, not quite sure what there fighting for.
Just doing as they're told
There minds dissolving, becoming one.
None are there own.
The soldiers fight, their mission not quite clear but stern.

He lies in the cool mud and grass.
The red river flows till dry.
The name sinks into the mud mixing with the river, till dry
Unknown but loved, hated, & missed.