Soldiers don’t cry

He walked out the door.
Not knowing his future.
Will he come back?
He gets into the taxi.

He fights back tears.
Soldiers don’t cry.
Into the rear mirror he gazes.
Tears run down his cheeks.

Wars happen; wars continue.
Towns in smokey rubbles.
The smell of death everywhere.
Images burned into his mind.

He looks for a lifeline.
Pull me out, he scream.
Soldiers don’t cry.
They march into battle.

A soldier’s story told.
Of prayer to survive.
Tomorrow brings another war.
The soldier prays to survive.

Everything exploding.
Chaos all around him.
Horror and pain.
His heartbeat almost gone.

By C.E. Pereira
(24-8-2018)

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