Their flag raised high into the breeze,
the battle-ridden warriors returned.
Bloodied and bruised are they, their knees
aching for some rest, definitely well-earned.
A wounded drummer pounds out the beat
of war music, ringing the ears
of everyone who listens. The blazing heat
pours down on the victors, each pleading for beers.
The soldiers give memories to the wives
of fallen comrades, knowing they won’t replace
the father of her children. The news is knives
to her chest, but with his portrait, she’ll always remember his face.
Overjoyed are the combatants to be returning back,
but always prepared for another attack.
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