Kill or be killed there's no other way
at war everything's fair game
you do whatever's possible to emerge victorious
war can turn good men into vicious warriors
shooting another in cold blood is part of the job description
there's no room for emotion
those who invite it in rarely come out alive
there's no other way to survive
war hardens a man
it gives him a different perspective on the world
it forces him to leave all his family and problems behind
to go to a battle that holds no promises
it's a dark journey full of neglect
sometimes you could go for days and weeks without any sleep
food and water are ever so scarce
but what do you do If it's the only thing that puts food on the table
I mean what can you say if it's the only way?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem