Covered in dirt and scum, the solider crawls through the woods
His eyes, tired and dreary, but hidden deep inside a determination, none like any other
His forehead, creased from concentration and focus
Cameo paint lining his pale skin, hiding him in enemy's land
The bags under his eyes, growing larger by the week of frustration and exhaustion
His face, solemn and layered with dirt
His legs, tired of walking and limp from the cold
His shoulders, heavy under the guns and the weight of his free country
His arms, limp on his gun, always ready for an ambush
His hands, filthy and rough against the smooth metal surface of the gun
His feet, swollen from the miles of walking each day
And his heart, broken and torn from the life of a solider
Killing for the first time, seeing death for the first time, felling fear more then hunger and cold
Seeing the pain and poverty in the children's eyes, as they witnessed their family's murders
He left home, to serve his country
He left his wife, to defend their family
He left his job, to become a servant of this wonderful nation
And he left his innocence when he became a solider
THIS is a soldier's anatomy
