Deep within the ghostly gloom,
      Locked inside the lonely room,
      There he lies and tries to sleep,
      Devils rise up from the deep.

      Nightmares plague his every breath
      Forecast danger, doom and death,
      He still tries to get some rest
      So that he can do his best.

      Honor binds him to his cause,
      Obeying orders without pause,
      Never asking why he must,
      Knowing that the cause is just.

      It is difficult, you see,
      To understand someone as he
      Who always blindly follows through
      On everything he has to do.

      There's no morality in war.
      He only knows he's fighting for
      The greater good above the least
      For terrorism is the beast.

      Though he's flawed and stoic..still
      He obeys what section wills,
      Keeps the one he loves from harm,
      He damns the night and blesses the dawn!

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