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There was a few stars in the sky that night

A few small orbs of pure white light

Sometimes blotted by men below

The gunfire causeing an eerie glow.

Night times it seemed took so long

Amidst the shouts, the guns, the bombs.



We took this town two hours ago

I remember the feelings they angerd me so.

Of the famlies lives we've come to destroy

My attention was taken by one young boy.

He looked at me with darkened eyes

the terror of war now realized.



He called out "Mama!...Papa!" and then-

I noticed his parents next to him.

Mud soiled red beneath their backs

Eyes closed, mouths open, skin soiled black.

I felt the need to reach out to him

I tried to smile my most friendly grin.



He tried to speak as I drew close.

I asked him to show me where it hurt most.

He knelt on one knee, I hope to forget soon

The way he pointed to his fathers wounds.

Multiple gunshots across stomache and chest

I looked at the boy feeling hellish regret.



These men I fought with, companions and friends

We were the enemy to this boy in the end.

We took the one thing all he had left

the feelings of love from a mom and a dad.

I sat for a moment, watched him cry in the mud.

Slowly I stood and shouldered my gun.



I walked and I thought about how this would end

Praying it would be before I was dead.

As I walked back toward the frontline

I suddenly thought about that boys life and mine.

To think I once had great things going on

And all he has left is mourning lost love.



As I turned back for another look

A heavey shell landed the solid earth shook.

I yelled to the boy I would come back for him

His reply stung, but I forced out a grin.



I raised up my rifle to take my first shots

Searching and locating offencive weak spots.

When i felt a streak of screaming pain inside

It was so painful I just closed my eyes.

I heard the echo of the boys voice in my head

As he had screamed back at me: "I wish you were dead!"