Soldiers dont have choices, do they

You know the identity if a true soldier is one that puts on the colours of his country and gets all nice and shaven only to climb onto a plane that will throw him into a dark sky onto hostile soil.  However, that has nothing to do with the fact that he will or will not make enemies there, because the people whom he bears arms against could have been friends deprived of chances for that first greeting, for that possibility to become bosom pals.
They bow on the stage where ancient hatreds were born and nourished and get chosen to play the part of bleeders and slayers of innocents, they cast stones sometimes for wrongs that no longer are wrongs.
For leaders who don the mask of father send their sons to horrible uncharted graves in search for their own glories and to hands stain with metals in the medals that hate to shine for the reasons that they do and would rather have stayed in the belly of mother earth and never been mined to be forged into round guilty honours for death and destruction.