Soldiers stand strong, bracing for the push
Blind trust forms as enemies breach the walls
Swords swishing solidly, slicing through skulls
They fight as one, defending the common good

Day after day, they battle through the bush
Their bonds stay strong, even as their fellow falls
Through the night, they begin to mull
Looking back at where their homes once stood

Miles away from home, surrounding by darkness
Those they had fought for now long gone
Loneliness creeps slowly like disease
They realize they’ve all paid the ultimate price

The armour chinked, joints stressed
More to life than pure brawn
Lost and confused, begin to feel ill at ease
Souls have been pierced, blood, love and trust spliced.

Today, a colleague told me something that they were going through. This is the picture that formed in my mind.


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