The Last MESSAGE

Thousand marching towards me
With a rain of bullets above me
Iam to be killed in this war
It's not my wish i heard the nation call
If this fight leads me to the grave
Blame not my Gun and shield
Blame my guts and
The love for my motherland
I was which others don't want to be
I went where others fared to go
I have seen the face of terror

Feel the stinging cold of fear
Till the last drop did i fight
I may not see tomorrow
Say not i cringe for this horror
Put my rifle on my chest
And for the last time
Let me have the honour of
My nation flag cover above me
Say to my father that his son died
To protect his culture and identity
Say to my mother not to cry
Her son was not gone but on a rest
Tell my comrade not to stop fighting
Under the victorious flag
Is where we'll meet again