War, my worst fear
Gun shots ring in my ear
Been here almost a year,
Still I flinch at the sound of bombs
The worst part?
Leaving them behind,
not knowing what’s going to happen next
The struggle.

Death
I can’t help but think
I might die today
or the next
or the next
But it’s the risk I have to take
For me, my country
My family.

Everyday is another day living
Until…
Bang! And your gone
Just like that
Your wife a widow
Your children have no father
And you?
Well
You have nothing let not even a glimmer of hope.