2011 - Day 180

Iron the last shirt you'll wear,
Shut out from the world large,
Face your enemy, feel his stare.

Grip the steel, hold nothing back,
Your country, your family, your honor,
If you don't, then he'll attack.

Strike first, aim for the heart,
No turning back from your destiny,
Finish what the others did start.

No end in sight, nowhere close,
You'll die alone, left to rot,
This is the life you chose.

Your last moments, with your friends,
Warriors, all, protecting all that's 'good',
Worth it all, in the end?