The life of the soldier
is working towards a goal,
a show of arms and heart
and standing tall,
in the face of death.
Trust the rest of 
common happiness and
the rules are all inverted,
turf wars of the
psychiatric wards of delusion.
Dreams and intrusive words
that work as guards
in the face of facts that
simply don't match
your experience.
Talk with delirious eyes,
strides taken as
the weather makes the war
harder to fight.
So life begins 
to bite back.