DustinM2007

The Reality It's like the fourth of July, Bombs bursting in the sky, Showering everyone in a torrent of shellshock, Bullets blazing past my eyes, Nothing glorious seen or heard, But bodies laying in the seams of the dirt, With all the eyes of each honest man on the battlefield, Their hopes and futures only relying on luck, As each family's worries and sorrow fills their bodies, Nothing but agony will be the result, For each soldier and family would know the outcome, But their ignorance to reality finally made its blow now each soldier lays before their brethren Nothing But The Honest Outcome Writing that letter three months ago, My familys concern for my life would dissapear, Awaiting every minute of the next ninety days, Only for my family to hear after two weeks later from the three months, That my promise I had made to my family would not be broken, I was coming home, Not with a smile on my face or a tear in my eye, But the solemn look on my face of death, Questions of disbelief and grief floating admist to my outcome, It never was my familys fault, My death was for glory, Wanting to be a hero...