I wanted to become a soldier <br />An army of one <br />To please my father and excite <br />My juvenile ambition <br /> <br />But all I have seen <br />Is dead children and old men <br />I have aged in a few months <br />And found bitterness <br /> <br />My tent buddy is dead <br />Another statistic for the army <br />A bad dream for me <br />And horror I will never forget <br /> <br />In forty years will I still cry <br />At my companies dinners <br />Wonder why I was there at all <br />Will I be uncomfortable to be with <br />As I cannot forget the commandment, <br />' Thou shalt not kill '.<br /><br />willow moon pearce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-new-soldier/
