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A Nameless Soldier

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A Nameless Soldier

The night is cold and the camp is still
And young soldiers sit equipped to kill.
Yet no one speaks for no one needs
To remind the others of war time deeds.

So silence endures as one sits alone
Reading, again, the post from home.
A proud father, mother and darling cheer
For their soldier, hero, love and dear.

A father, who understood awaits
For his son to enter his garden gate.
Three years he waited for his return
And grasp a hero’s hand so firm.

A mother wished her soldier well
Never hinting him of her living hell
For in her letter she writes a lie
Though in truth she fears her son will die.

A sweetheart longs for his embrace
And yearns for her loving partner’s grace.
She ardently believes love conquers all
And she’ll see her beloved before the fall.

A boy of nineteen is too young to marry.
Yet this simple soldier at arms will carry
The burden upon the gunman’s hill
That was a higher powers will.

This soldier knows that through his glory
There will be nothing save a tragic story.
This was neither his war nor was it his fight
Just power hungry men showing their might.

He committed sins, he did not kill few
But for what cause he never knew.
Yet he will return home and never repeat
His story of victory, ending with defeat

A father, mother, darling wait
Not knowing their beloveds fate.
The son and sweetheart they saw depart
Returns a soldier with a ravaged heart.
This is my second poem. The first, this one and three more to come are all for an english creative task.

This is set at a World War II camp. Everyone is sitting silently save one soldier who reads a letter from home.

It's about the darker side of war and how it corrupted the soldiers.

Enjoy!

1: I'll Be Gone
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3:
4: A Nameless Soldier
5: Another Dead Hero

Criticism is welcome!
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DevineMadness98's avatar
That was beautiful. Although, no one can truly capture the essence of the pain a soldier must go through, I think your poem was as perfect as humanly possible.

Thank you for using your gift in a way befitting a human with real emotions.
I wish I could write that sort of thing.