Combatant By Ohanyere Uzochukwu

This is a poem written to honor our soldiers, those who gave their lives for us. It is never an easy thing to willingly die. Let us pay our respects and show support for them by passing this on until it reaches Defense HQ.      


Combatant  By Ohanyere Uzochukwu              

I was taught to fight for what I believe in
And that led to my first sin
All my life’s problems were solved with fists
I always caused a scene, until it became a besetting sin
Finally I joined the infantry, where I most felt at home
I come from a people strong and proud, a glorious heritage
There will always be guys like me from age-to-age
For my people, those gone before us
There will be more of us, fighting and fighting
Instead of you, let it be me
My life I dedicated, since I will die, inevitably
When I’m gone, let them remember
Someone else was free, someone else not me
In the end we all die alone
But we boys die alone, together.

I am a soldier and I pay the ultimate sacrifice
Sua sponte which is of my own accord
I pay that which most cannot afford
I give my tomorrow for your today
In the way that I die, I have no say
While your children are counting ABC’s
I’m counting MIA’s
Another day fighting, another one closer to death day
I got my posting letter today, I’ve been sent to the field
Bullets whiz past me as I take cover
I look ahead and see my brothers falling
I look to the enemy, they are winning
They are smiling
This ends now
I run out shooting at them, a gun in each hand
They will not kill another one of my brothers
I see their images dropping, they don’t know what my image is
I promised to fight for every soul our enemies harm
Then it hit me, the first one
I carry on shooting, my bullets finish
The second one
I bring out my side arm
3,4,5 I keep firing until I feel my strength draining
I drop to my knees and think
Someone should gain because of my pain
The lights fade slowly as I see a pistol near my face
He then mercifully gives me a coup de grace.

The world is a little poorer
For a soldier died today
The soldiers cause
Is to clean up the mess politicians cause
When a politician dies, his body lies in state
The press tells of his exploits from when he was young
A soldier’s death always goes unsung
Dying on foreign shores, fighting other peoples wars
Those who survived are forever scarred
Permanently, emotionally, physically marred
You are free because of a soldier because he is bold
Please remember him even when you are old
Every day I give my total, unflinching admiration
To those who fought to defend our nation.