shell shock

One of my brothers, in my arms. Another one, behind me without his legs. I can not understand why did we even come here in the first place. We never listened each other, we only yelled and fired. We only hear our agony, tears and longing of our mothers. Only little guys, searching for redemption with big, deadly guns. Well, my head is working different now. We didn't find redemption here.

There is a figure behind me, calling me somewhere now.
I wish those men with big suits could see what it is saying... No, who am I really kidding? They will never hear it. Even I, with my ears bleeding, Completely deaf from the bomb, Can hear what ''the war'' says, Oh but hell no, they will never hear!

I must go where the death calls me to go. Brothers, already dead, waiting for me to join. I... I have to whisper and try to tell other soldiers in the future. But I believe, No one will ever listen, before they face the death themselves...

Well mother, this is not even a letter, not a message, because I have no time to send or write or type. Just a whisper to wind, to come and find you guys in a warm spring night, calming you with my love. Goodbye ma, hug my dad, say hello to everyone, I am... No more...