Poem by a martyed soldier

Months of wait
For this eve
Phone call came
And had to leave.

Mother cried
While father had pride
Wife,heartbroken
Child too small to have spoken.

Heart ached
Seeing their aches
Breaths whispered goodbyes
May be the last goodbyes.

Only thing first
Was the unquenchable thirst
To save the nation
From predators domination.

The moment came
When explosives rained
Dead bodies on ground
But yet, no solution found.

Now,
I stand here proud
Staring at my body
Wrapped in a shroud.

To God I return
Chained in concerns
Asking myself questions
Everytime when world burns.

'When will this stop?'