Why?

Why did they help us,
why did they go over there,
many are dead now,
how much can they bare?

I dream of the blood,
the deaths and fright,
until I wake,
to the morning light.

I pray,
yet they arent here,
some came home,
still going back and leaving a tear.

We cant know what has happened,
to the soldiers in war,
the only thing we know to do,
is never destroy the bedroom door.