Glory in War

I must disagree;
there is glory in war.
from teens we are taught,
this is what we're for.

We get our letter,
and leave this land.
We have our inner fears,
But think it’s grand.

We hear the bugle,
we see the Flag.
Off we go,
with no thoughts of body bags.

Innocence is lost,
soon after we arrive.
This isn’t what we were taught,
it’s keep your buddy alive.

The hell with the drums,
and the bugle corps.
The eyes of our brothers,
contain trust and more.

I will die,
to save my friends.
This they will do for me,
it’s a circle without end.

But yet,
times of glory do arise.
only to be seen,
by your buddies’ eyes.

Don’t mean squat,
back at home.
When you return,
you find yourself alone.

But yet,
in those glory days.
All bullshit aside,
your heart knows the way.

You didn’t let down your friends,
and you get to come home.
You never forget,
the friends you have known.

Glory is for the books,
that young are taught.
Nightmares are for warriors
that have gone and fought.