not knowing what he had got into only following the sheep the message sent for his deployment at only twenty three promised to be there for a short time his mother looks at photos passed down from a family tradition her head lies on her lap i ll never be sure exactly what it means to serve and protect us from enemies they make sure we re scared to justify this ugly bloody mess it s less than your pride it s suicide at best the waiting fills her with delusion and memories gone by how could i give life to my baby and then let him go die but with this joke administration where no one is exempt it s not your fault and never will be don t hold love in contempt i feel like i m lost drowning out at sea surrounded by space with no regard for sympathy she sees the parade of victory and war that wasn t won i m not coming home he s my only son if an angel earns its wings every time somebody dies then todays the angels black out the blue sky