Three men go to war with badges
They fight for there country
One man has fallen
The sky is dark from smoke
The only light is from the guns blasting to light there way
The second man has fallen his friend runs to him
Then a bomb hits him
Body parts go flying blood everywhere
The war has finaly ended
But the only man who comes back is with the most medals sewed on
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem