Soliloquy

They packed him away to much delight

He was going away, but all knew

To the war of second coming

The news hadn’t come out of the blue.

The soldier wore his uniform and started to walk

He bade his family a final goodbye.

He couldn’t see his kids’ tears

Daddy will soon be back, they surmised.

It was not the first time they saw him go

The people of his hamlet

But this time it was a bit more special

For on the radio, they’d all heard and wept.

The war was special, the occasion huge

The soldier went away.

He’d given his all for his nation

And knew that they shall soon see the day.

A day where everyone walked free

And when everyone held their own.

A place where there were few to torment

It was peace his people had seldom known.

His mates welcomed him back

It had been a while since he’d worn the dress.

He knew in that very instance

That his actions shall define Germany’s intuitiveness.

The soldier treaded on, his fate unknown to him

He wanted to end the war, not start.

He’d given up his ego a lot while ago

He was the biggest patriot at heart.

The war began, not at the sound of the bugle

But when the generals deemed it fit.

For Eisenhower it was all to lose

And Rommel-well he just couldn’t surrender it.

The solider was stuck in between

In a place called no man’s land.

His instincts told him to go for it

‘Don’t worry if you haven’t got a helping hand.’

So our soldier started treading along

The ground his feet by now had so well-known.

His allies seemed to go behind him

His foes had numerous skills to hone.

But it happened all of a sudden 

Our soldier hadn’t seen it coming.

Whom he thought of as more a friend

Proved to be his undoing.

For the brave man that he was

He started to rise again.

But the bullet had gone way into his heart

His heartbeat was never the same.

His wife awaited his arrival with unease at home

With just one trigger, just a stroke.

All his jokes came haunting to her,

The hopes of Germany went up in smoke.

Our solider didn’t fall before he’d accounted for three

And a hundred soldiers he left in a flash.

But all that remained of a half-century of life

Were two dozen memories and a fistful of ash.

Note: This poem is a tribute to all of Germany’s bravehearts and national heroes who gave their lives while fighting in World War II. It was a widely known fact that many did not believe in Herr Hitler’s cause (thus the reference to ‘no man’s land’) and wanted to be on peace’s side. Unfortunately, there’s nothing to be found about him on the internet. I dug it up from Adolf Hitler’s autobiography and proceeded to write this ballad.