He turned to say goodbye
For a heart-breaking final time
And she kissed his lips
Like she had never kissed him before
Stealing sound of that hateful word,
Turned it into a loving sigh…
“You better come back to me, mister!”
Said she with a stern guise
openly defied by her tearful eyes.
Said the smiling soldier
Holding tightly on to her,
his one and only constant.
Before setting off to play
the game of right & wrong
with stakes wrapped in macabre,
Set forth by a mad, warring world
that cheered him on to maim & kill
while hiding at home, snug and safe.