The Sacrifices Made

Explosions all around, everywhere.
Bullets flying past my head.
I cannot run, I don't dare,
Men screaming over the bloodshed.
I touch my face with my hand,
And then look to see my hands blood red,
There's fresh blood all over the land.
Nothing around me but fire and smoke.
Screaming men, flying bullets, death is near.
I open my eyes to this view and choke,
Down each side of my face runs a tear.
Men dropping beside me left and right,
All dead,
Never another breath to take.
They all came here to be part of the fight,
Their best effort they did make ,
But now they'll go home in a body bag.
They'll see no special welcome parade,
They'll each have their own toe tag.
Few will truly know the sacrifice they made.
Few will realize those left behind, 
Left to live on alone,
Those who will never again find
That joy and peace in their home.

Classic rock, male, dark