The time was seven

A soldier stood in waiting

A job to complete

The time he had, short

The night ahead was long

Loyalty his fuel

The Flag he defends

Was covered in blood that night

The door was ajar

Quickly he steeped in

Bringing his rifle to bear

He pulled the trigger

His countries rivals

Were brought to justice, but whose

Sadness did he feel?

No, this was a war

He stood now empty with himself