I read the entry line above your poem br and know that true soldiers live on br sometimes as legends of a place and time, br br sometimes as testimony of the effect of war, br witnesses to brutality br and seekers of peace. br br The honest truth is that men die br in their hearts with every shot br that they take, br br become something else br like a well trained machine br primed to destroy br br and something else takes capacity br when bullets whistle past br and each moment can be your last. br br [Reference: Oologsduet by Mandi Engelbrecht.