Last Thoughts...

I look at the peaks far in the distance,
glaring at them without the slightest sign of hesitance,
Its far b4 dawn and late after dusk,
no soul in sight but a watch is a must.

Sitting in the dark, I wonder why I'm here,
why can't I just go home and have a jug of beer.
Why cant I just see my children play,
why can't I just sit home and listen to the Dj.

As I sit here thoughts linger by the million,
but I simply cant reach a stable conclusion.
Who is responsible for this mayhem and massacre?
what has one to gain from capture and conquer?

Life seems like a mess,
but its my duty to protect the rest.
The Kings and the Knights sit comfortably indoors,
Leaving us pawns to fight their dirty wars.

Day in and day out I sit here thinking,
about my wife and my children who yearn for my coming.
Freedom is fine and I'm glad it is free,
but why does it take so much from me...