Whilst fumbling in the frenzied, overheated bonfire
Of booming war cries and constant, violent demise of garbed men,
Persistent hauntings toll upon the soldier's weary, disturbed mind.

Like a fresh wound oozing with crimson ichor,
The tormenting trauma lingers within the conflicted mentality of those bold, courageous troops,
Whom all loom tall above their drawn, broken lines on their respective, taciturn sides.

Kin is pitted against kin
In the grim fields of bitter chaos,
Their vulnerable vessels ripe for the skewering
Of the sword's deadly, sharpened tip.
Silver shells zip from one side to the other in a tumultuous uproar,
Their flanks glinting in the scorching sunlight
Before the inevitable plunge to gift an unsuspecting man death's unexpected caress.

One side must claim the overdue title of victor,
And as that awaited medal is bickered over
In such senseless, pointless quarrellings,
The vacuous behavior is practiced quite frequently,
Only to be presented by the sick, twisted reward for undesired mannerisms.

The long trek home, which is yearned for by the countless souls on each opposing side,
Is a bittersweet journey to tattered abodes.
The beloved of many perch at the thresholds of persevering cabins,
Wondering when their family members will finally arrive from the hectic, prolonged turmoil.
Some, however, perished in the grotesque damage,
Never to be seen by living eyes once again.

What an undesired consequence is such vacuous behavior.