OH Martyr oh soldier

 The soldier slave to his emotions
edging toward a disequilibrium
His last kill still up to tricks
taunting and spinning through slumber

Dreams and pride fight
Trauma wins 
You opt to take it out 
on those around

Slave to your fears
bullet somewhere down the path
seducing a rib in a fire fight
piercing a vital organ

Slave to the matryrdom
Nothing to give the next generation
But the feeling of loss and pride
Wonderful honour

Dead