Was it really worth it?

Behind any barrel,
There is a ambitious man,
With a mission in his mind.
Wether he is trained to kill,
Or just desperate,
He will hurt.
Whatever the reason,
A murder is a murder.
To some it’s as easy as shaking hands,
To others, it’s as hard as reading minds.
 
A murder is a murder,
The only difference is,
If it’s done in a uniform or not.
Are you a murder for your state?
Are you a murder for an criminal organisation?
 
The most important is not who dies,
It’s who survives.
Leave the wrong man live and he will kill hundreds. Maybe even thousands.
Leave the right man live and he is done killing, when he has killed the right one.
 
Though killing ain’t evil towards the victim,
But against the ones who loved the victim.
Because they have to live with the pain.
 
That’s why we shouldn’t fear death.
Fear life because life contains the pain.
Death ends the sorrows life created.
 
What is this poem?
Thoughts written down by a man, who was not only a murder for his state but also for a criminal organisation.
A man who now takes off his uniform never to put it back on again.
A man who puts away his guns and rifle,
With a promise he never,
will touch a weapon again.
 
I joined the army because I believed I could make a difference.
I risked my life because I believed it was for the greater intentions.
My friends lost their life’s in battle.
They got a medal but their fucking dead.
Now their families can look at a medal in a picture frame. It doesn’t give them their husband, father, brother or son back.
Only makes them remember what took them away.
Was it worth it?
Fuck no.
 
We keep creating war by political intentions that leads nowhere.
So every soldier sacrificed is wasted blood.
 
We went to war.
What did we gain?
Nothing but sorrow.
 
Ask any politician if it was worth it,
They will answer yes.
Ask any veteran,
We will say no.