Epitaph For A Distant War

They say that it is sweet and proper thus
To die for home and country. But of course
We never thought that would apply to us
And if we had, would we have joined the force?
The bomb that took our lives we never saw;
The men who planted it are long since gone.
We thought we came to bring order and law;
But if we did, we cannot tell. The dawn
The day we died was like another day
The air was neither fresher nor less clean.
The road we died on was our normal way,
Before we died, it was a normal scene.
And yet the air was torn, and we were blown
Apart so far from all we called our own.