The war is over the story has changed another item on the news
What was it for he wonders sitting alone his life crippled and blue
He remembers the hysteria the patriotic call and all their cheers
Go buddy we are all behind you we’ll support you in all you do
That was a long day but it’s forgotten now and world has moved on
He taps his fingers they play out a tune only part of him that moves
The day they declared war day his life ended and his innocence too
War stories we watch on TV the celebration of death renewed again
But he’s not alone the hospital is full of victims and his friends
In the fields of war there are memories in his head he can’t loose
He still sees the faces the adrenalin still pumps memory is cruel
The legacy of war burnt inside him the example we pass children
War the destruction of love and in the end changes nothing at all.
The celebration of war, prefer to remember the good that we do, amen.
paddypicasso 
very true