All Soldiers Know Poem by george fillingham

All soldiers know the one thing never said
Regarding wars and courage under fire:
Bullets are nameless; you're already dead.

Across the numberless campaigns they've bled.
Enlisted, conscripted, adventurer for hire:
All soldiers know the one thing never said,

The patriotic duty you've been fed
Will not replace the armor you require.
Bullets are nameless; you're already dead.

Exploding ordinance will jar your head,
Will turn whole continents to pits of mire.
All soldiers know the one thing never said:

Men's hearts pump blood that's just as pure and red
As any father's country might desire.
Bullets are nameless; you're already dead.

If peace is why we war, then how I dread
What wars a tranquil future may require.
All soldiers know the one thing never said:
Bullets are nameless; you're already dead.