Faced with a dilemma of what to do.
We are at war and jobs are few.
To separate from family to join the war.
Being sent to lands afar. This is necessary
as the battle may be sustained.
As I leave my family I see faces full of pain.

It is noticeable to me as I join the siege.
My existence will rely on comrades who lead.
will try not to embarrass during the fight.
This is difficult when soldiers are dying
to my left and my right .There is no humour
fighting a war. I try to accommodate
my fellow men, some from the
Caribbean have travelled far.

I am not religious but find myself starting to pray.
That this war will soon go away.
Therefore with irony I tell the men.
At least if we get captured we don’t have to fight them. Seeing people die or left with horrific wounds.
Creates pathos among all the platoons.