carried on their backs.
They waddled through marshlands,
they hid in forests,
camouflaged among trees.
What were they doing?
They did not know.
Why were they engaged in a war,
a war not their own?
Killing, being killed,
deaths on deaths.
Medals were presented,
did these really bring glory?
Was a war worth it all,
when bad memory lingered
when most returned soldiers could not cope!