I signed up to defend my nation,
Out of nationalistic pride and my love for the land I come from.
I was trained and was deemed \"Ready\".
I was plunged into combat, and was told to hold my rifle steady.
It was that day where I first used my bayonet.
The blood of my victim, painted my steel red.
My hands tremble.
It\'s been a year or so now,
And I cannot count the lives I have taken,
Have our roles been forsaken?
I see no adventure,
Like I did upon conscription.
I see no joy in war.
I only see pain and unspeakable horrors,
That I will never mention to anyone.
My hands tremble as I speak.
I now sit at home,
And I focus on nothing else,
Than what I saw at the front.
My parents call me a hero.
I do not feel like one.
I feel like a creature,
Spawned from Hell itself.
My hands still tremble as I live my now seemingly meaningless life.