Hey, this is the first poem i have ever shared with anyone, so please be nice!

That dreaded day, my country came
Just another pawn, for their game.
Away I went, my life i employ
They'll make a soldier, from a boy.

I get my boots, my uniform, im told the battle plan
They give me the gun, that will make me a man.
I'm rushed to the front, we will win in a day
Shock is all I feel, so much death and decay.

I see my target, take my shot, I kill for Uncle Sam
Just like that, I'm banned from heaven, i could hear the gates slam.
Who am i, to take a life, put him to the firing squad
I'm now a villian, through the eyes of my god.

Behind, infront, no escape I see
That cloaked figure of death is stalking me.
I try to run, I try to flee, but my fate is looking dire
Impending doom I feel, until Im hit by machine gun fire.

I want to stop this happening, I wish I knew how
But nothing is real but pain now.
The warmth of friends, family, now all seems surreal
The cold caress of death is all i feel.

Fire and brimstone, it's such a horrible smell
For fighting this war, I was condemned to hell.
My country brought me home in early December
They buried me deep, and no one can remember.