We can't bring them home.
We fight and fight and fight, we have fought with no end to the carnage, we clash, we knock out, we wipe out, and we destroy in order to protect those who don't deserve to die for no reason, we wage war forever in the need to save our friends and family but all we get is torture and horror with terror mixed in and death all around, we charge headlong into the face of the enemy's true force, we feel the fire and steel lash at us with fury, we shoot back without mercy and little care, we watch as those who fought along side us die in flames and sarrow, they scream for us to come to their aid, but we aren't fast enough, they perish as we try to reach out, we can't make it.
We survive countless engagements somehow, we know not the why or how but just the slaughter that beckens us to continue on, whole armies fall before us, man, machine, and even nature have stood against us, yet we are the victors, nothing seems to hold or stand in our wake, we fight to protect and save yet are the bringers of hell incarnate and the grim reaper, our biggest foes try to end us but we overcome their size and strength with ease, we push forward into the very depth of the abyss and stared down death many, many times, how can we move through the hell with no delay and no cause for alarm, many times we'er hit but not straight on or right through, we go and come back, burnt but not burned down or out.
We head the attack, we ram, we fire, we survive and win in the face of all out destruction, with what force backing us do we make it out everytime puzzles us, but we have no time to understand the ways of whatever, we just fight until we can fight no more, beaten, battered, and almost broken but never down for long, the world explodes in flames and fire but don't feel the true heat behind it, we are washed in it, we support those who can't escape, we lead them out while we ourselves stand and stay till the end, the body aches, the mind falls away, the fighting goes on without let up and surrender, true victory is hard fought and heavy on those who battle the wills of the ones who wage war on grounds of nothing.
We keep the charge going, we crush the defense under us, we can't stop until we bring those we need to save out of the doomsday, we are called many things, even being called the enemy is the main one that those who we tried to help long ago have said about us when we were just trying to shield them from the genocide of the innocent, but somehow and in someway that was the wrong thing to do, so we can't hold back the rage or anger, we just need to keep going into the inferno of it all, the enemy vanishes into the fire after we shoot back at them, they are ripped from the sky in hail of steel, copper, and brass, they get hit and sink far into the dark blue deep by the shells we hurl at the hurricane of flame.
We watch the planet burn under the strain and grind our way over the debris of the wreckage, we yell in fury for the lost and fallen that will never return to us but we must go to them, only they know the end of the genocide, they knew our struggle and depression, they helped us stand to hold against the insanity, we honor them with our resolve to remember them and never ever forget what they did for us when we needed that support, one million throw themselves at us but we fight with our backs against the wall, we don't relent in our power and position, we don't let them see us weak and unable, they will only see the devastation that they started and caused ever since the beginning, we wont stop until we see the lost again.