My Brother Soldier

My Brother Soldier short poem

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call to duty tears him
from his family,
fighting war he causes not
separate him from society
he loves best,
defending indefensible
most times
disconnect him from
the loved ones
maintaining imaginary
elsewhere creates void
at home
at sea he becomes
neighbor to marine lives
in the air befriend starry
on land-hostile terrains-
he struggles to survive
as he battles nostalgia
depression immediate
fatigue and trauma
siblings that live with
him in war front
accidents become
part of his daily life,
horror-his heart records-
if fortunate-he comes home-
with lost limb, hand, or fingers
if less fortunate-mind and
sensory facilities-damaged to
booms, booms, booms of
artillery, bombs, missiles,
grenades, land mines, tanks
if unfortunate-
transporting vehicle home
after last kisses
fatherhood-he may not know-
fatherless children and widow
he may leave behind
worse still-abode may be-
in a cenotaph-
remembered with mere
my brother-when will you
come home?
all anticipate your home coming.

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