Colin F. Jones


We bear it that we train to kill another,
And find in it a need to help a brother,
But it’s not true that killing makes us strong,
For what we do we know is sadly wrong.
The cost of war gnaws at our souls forever,
For that part of ourselves we cannot sever.
All that we’ve done is part of what we are,
We bear the burden and we wear the scar,
And this is just; for we have earned our pain,
And we will often measure it with shame,
While standing proudly in the servers row,
Having done ‘our duty’ fighting unknown foe
Helped by the propaganda we despise,
We proudly march with sadness in our eyes.