Don't Give Me Your Heroes

Our soldiers are trained for combat,
Then they are placed on the front line.
They seem so brave,there dad would say,
That's my boy, he's doing fine.
Now there is no reason to act,
The other soldiers are gone.
I guess this makes you the hero,
No one else is alive, you survived alone.
While you were explaining to your commander,
How you escaped the bomb.
Love ones at home were getting letters,
They wished had never come.
All the wars have taken their death counts,
But still they say, we have won.
All the love ones back home,
Wished the count , had been less one.
They take our young men ages 17-30 years old,
Their spirits are elusive,actions are bold.
Don't give me your heroes,they make you cry,
Don't give me heroes, sometimes they die.

Daniel Lee Johnson