Standing guard - on a lonely night,
So far away from his homeland,
With no end to this war in sight,
Seeing just blood, death, dirt and sand.
Thinking of family and friends,
Of home so very far away,
A time this fighting maybe ends
And he at last goes home to stay.
The morning will bring a new quest,
Deeper into the way of harm.
He knows there will be no real rest,
Until all can lay down their arms.