A Soldier's Vision Poem by jimmy zepp

I disembarked in eighty nine,
On the shores of life; walked a line,
Armed with a heart; shy as early sunshine,
Couple of eyes; unlike others, sad were mine,
But my ammunition was the hope,
A determination; a reliable rope,
To slide down the rough slope,
Hit the charts; search through a scope,
Open in life my own heroic page,
Hands on grenades of fury and rage,
Take me away; burst out of my social cage,
A young boy for some often looked strange,
A rifle; a tongue, the character didn’t change,
In every fight, struggle, always wanted to engage,
But the battlefield although vast and clear,
Baptized by superstitions and a big fear,
Had a sole enemy; always invisible,
Incredibly invincible,
Some call it romance,
Others, a love’s dance,
But I had always faced none,
And I always had danced alone,
Shivered with every nerve and bone,
I never said I was through; I was done,
Was I the biggest hypocrite?
Still standing on my feet,
Out of rhythm; lost the beat,
But never surrender; no retreat,
Never gave in for a defeat,
For a soldier of fortune,
There's often a silent tune,
He hears it every night, under the same lonely moon,
Hoping he will turn home; hold his loved ones soon,
But somewhere between the Heaven and the corner of some foreign field,
He finds himself suddenly, losing conscience, looking at his loosened shield,
Looks for a shelter; the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak, refuses to yield,
So he lies there silently,
To surrender finally,
For the last time to think thankfully,
To women and whiskey,
Who were friends; very risky,
Gave him a fake pleasure,
A joy you could not measure,
A dream you couldn't imagine,
Give in to the killing machine,
I hope you know what I mean...

Sorry for this mess; in the line of duty, my thoughts were missed in action, and my heart had become a prisoner of war...