War

As the legs start to tremble and the hands begin to sweat, and the weight on our shoulders is a heavy debt, as the land behind us starts to shrink, panic starts to set, the claustrophobic empty space, will we remember there face, as isolation starts to creep, and time stands still, is this the most peaceful that we'll ever feel, suddenly the air becomes heavy, and the smoke becomes thick, realization starts to kick, the trembling and the sweats makes a quick return, shrapnel flying everywhere skin begins to burn, submerged in water, and dirt on our face, fire engulfs my body and I lay in place, will they remember my face