Spooky season needs a spooky prompt

The bloodshed that never end

Bullet after bullet

Casualty after casualty

The battle was never-ending

The war was never-ending

The rise of every sun

Was the fall of another ten dozen brothers

A new day begun

With the rise of the sun

A white flag rose on enemy lines

Minutes of silence went by

Before the first cries of joy rung out

Embracing each other

Tears fell

We could go home at last

Many brothers fell in our noble quest

But at least we could go home

For maybe a week or two

Together we left the blood soaked ground

And the war torn fields

But what we stumbled across

Was not home

The world was brighter and stranger

People dressed so strangely

Large vehicles driving by too fast

Small properties and buildings everywhere

Where are we?

Where did home go?

Strange mechanisms everywhere

People asking and muttering in a familiar yet different tongue

Strange looking people with strange looking things

Wearing strange clothes

And they didn't spare a glance or a word

As we yelled and asked

Where is home?

We just want to go home

I miss the smell of a good homemade meal

In my family's cozy summer home

Finally a fellow soldier went so far as to tap someone's shoulder

And we watch in horror and shock

His hand disappearing through the young sir's shoulder

As if we were a myth

As if we were the haunting creatures from late night horror stories

As if we were ghosts

The scariest thing here is my lack and disregard of punctuation that im continuing to ignore