Battle Scars

Ever wonder what goes on in a soldier’s head?
Constant memories of death and dread.
They will never forget their comrades screams.
They echo through their thoughts and dreams.

Ever question why they never talk?
Because through the battle grounds they still walk.
Bullets streaking past their heads,
When they would rather be in nice warm beds.

Are you confused that they are afraid of a boom?
Because not long ago, that certainly meant their doom.
Grenades flying past
They must be fast.

Are you puzzled about why they chose this fate?
They were striving to rid your world of hate.
Never lose respect for the man in camo.
You just might be next to run out of amo.