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Thousands of men, and women, and children, forced to live the horrors of death and manslaughter, forced to see those around them fall to the ground. They are yet to return to the place called home.
You've seen it on the news,
The broadcasts of the Army,
The trials and tribulations of the Navy,
The hard work of the RAF teams,
Yet, you don't really see,
what goes on behind the scenes.
Behind the scenes, is a Hell relived.
Shots fire at unsuspecting people,
Explosions scatter the battlefield,
Deaths at every turn.
On camera, it looks easy,
They make it seem like an act,
They say you'll be saviours, and heros,
You believe them and join up,
Not knowing that what you saw on the screen,
Is much worse than what you're about to live.
You're given a gun, or a bomb, or a knife,
And thrust into the midst of a raging war,
The objective is to kill, or else you'll be killed,
You're inexpeirienced; barely trained in survival and skill.
Months pass, and families await the return,
Of the gallant soldiers and heroes,
Who fought for their lives in a battle of freedom,
And apparently won, or so it seems.
Then, out you step, fearless and brave,
And the world then cheers for it's new hero.
But, thousands of men, women and children,
Are forced to live the horrors of death and manslaughter,
Forced see people around them fall to the ground in agonising death,
They are yet to return to the place called home.