The waves crash against the ship,
Tossing us every which way.
Land is but a distant memory.
Home is a hopeless dream.
Jets streak through the sky,
Breaking the moment of silence,
Reminding us of the tragic cloud that
envelopes us.
We’ve come to protect strangers at the
cost of friends.
So many lives lost.
I tell myself that my sacrifices are
valiant and just.
Do I believe it when faced with death?
If I die here will anything have changed?
Am I only worthy of heroism in death?
I hate the sea and these foreign lands.
Perhaps if in pleasure I would have
visited them…
But after this I shall never travel
again.
Water shall never appeal to me, nor the
sky.
Alas, I am robbed of happiness and
satisfaction in my life.
No one will ever know to what depth my
pain runs.
I alone must live with the things I have
done.
