Home and family.

‘Why am I here?’

The question replays in my mind as—

I see another death. Another meaningless fight.

‘Why am I here?’

I ask myself as I take another life and,

The battle field reeks of blood and death.

Then,

I remember.

Miles away,

Back at home,

Is my family.

Miles away,

Back at home,

Is the reason why I’m fighting.

A boy,

Who’s favourite food is tomatoes.

A boy,

Only the age of seven–

My lovely son.

And I remember,

The small moments,

The big moments–

My precious memories.

There is no purpose to war,

I think it’s pointless and meaningless—

‘Why am I here?’

I ask my self then...

I remember home and family.

And the numb feeling in my heart,

Is less.