Brothers in Blood
We wake up each dawn, singing cheerful songs together.
As soon as we dress up in the uniforms, we pledge ourselves to death.
We share our food, our adventures, our joy and our despair.
The uniform is our only home and painting it with mud and blood is our only purpose.
Our company is our only family and we are our true brothers in blood.
We have learned to keep each other happy, even during wars, so that the thought of our loved ones somewhere far off in our country does not trouble us.
Washing clothes of seniors and mocking them at their back,
Making food for all at turns,
Standing up for each other while getting scolded at,
Getting punishments together,
And helping each other stand up in the battlefield, we have learned the true meaning of brotherhood.
Without thinking a second time, we set out into the war zone.
Helping our wounded brothers up, we fight on with just one thing in mind-
That there are innocent families with homes in our country, smiling and unaware that we're dying everyday for them.
At the end of the day, we come back to our camps in tears.
Yes, we know how to cry.
After all, our uniforms are painted in the blood of our brothers who died in our arms as we held them close to our chests in the battlefield.
We are soldiers and we are the true brothers in blood, because our homes are painted in each other's blood.
© Alhaad Hussain