A friend from the Danish Royal Navy often posts pictures of the war in Afghanistan. Some of them so haunt me I cannot always sleep. I wrote the following poem after viewing the picture added here.
An enemy dark and sinister, with evil intent they do hunt,
Fierce and foreboding in their equipment and gear,
The civilians who watch have little reference to these Soldier’s intent,
For wives and mothers, sisters and brothers, they have left home,
In search of a threat which leaves the freedom of the whole world at stake.
But now they provide protection for someone inside their human wall.
The wicked explosive device of the cruel terrorist’s hand,
Not only do they stand for those they left behind,
Their lives they risk yet again for the good of all mankind
Testimony is given by their huddled bodies that they are true heroes.
And at the end will reveal each person's heart and true intent.