Regretting the Kill

High above the land and ready to fight
My gun and gear seems heavy
Becoming more nervous as I see the red light
Buzzer sounds off and I'm already sweaty
Soaring through the sky with my chute on my back
Friends and brothers soar along side me;
We are descending into an attack
As we approach mid-way; the chutes unfold to be
Gliding us downward and preparing for a kill
Guns locked and loaded with sounds of boots on the ground
A man stands in front of me with a rifle untouched and no will
He doesn't know; the enemies we surround
Pops and explosions go ringing about -
The man I grab and unsheathe my knife
His cry is for help and he wants out;
But I cannot let go as I take his life
He falls to the floor with a picture in his hands
I drop down to see what he is holding
A sudden realization is this was his family's plans
To go on vacation and watch cars go a racing
His eyes filled with pain as he struggles to speak
This man is fading and he becomes weak
My mission here is still not complete
But how many lives have to become obsolete?
I'm a soldier who was merelt trained
And when I take a man away from his family I become insane