War, what is a man without it,
Without conflicts, history is incomplete,
Written by people who won the battles,
With the blood of soldiers as ink,
Which was spilt on the pretext of glory,
Worrying about the safety of their motherland,
Wonder what they feel that happened,
With the ultimate sacrifice of their life,
We are still fighting the same War,
Executing revenge on our past,
Expending the lives of our present,
Exacting the same fate to our future,
Experiencing the traumas of the battle,
Essentially creating a vicious cycle,
Every day, carrying the will of the dead,
Entering battle with the certainty of their end,
Each soldier aims for the glory,
Envisioning a grand ending to their story.