In every battle, a hero may be borne.
In any battle, a villain will get your scorn.
In the foxhole, a soldier struggles to stay alive.
Often waiting, for rescue troops to arrive.
Thoughts of loved ones, always in your mind.
Sometimes, it is the only moment of peace, you find.
Why in every era, do we find reasons to go to war?
Terrorist attacks and suicide missions, we now all abhor.
A worthy goal to work for, a lasting peace for the world to share.
So there are no more soldiers in foxholes with souls stripped bare.