When A Soldier Cries

When A Soldier Cries

 

A soldier does not cry in the day

A soldier does not cry during a fight.

While the battle rages

The soldier carries on.

Hand maneuvering his hot weapon.

Comrades falling before and behind

The blood of his friends

 – his brothers –

Sweat on his face

Mud takes away his identity.

Just a man in green

Fighting for his country’s ideal.

 

A soldier does not cry in the dark

Or even in the quiet

Between rounds of mortar and fire.

He does not think about politics

Or the bureaucrats back home.

There’s one things a soldier fights for

His own life and the man on his side.

 

Than comes a day

The battling is done

Loss of the life tallied up

Bodies counted

Letters sent

In the silence

In privacy unbroken

By the outside world.

That is the time

When a soldier cries.

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