(Dedicated to my Man, Major Sang of KDF; Keep the Country safe, Sonny Boy, I love you, xoxo)
He’s an ambassador of peace, yet a warmonger
A soldier is a bundle of contradiction;
He defends the nation against external aggression
He does nothing about the internal security.
He’ll spend days in the jungle training
spend months idle in the barracks;
He’ll be critically ill confined in sick bed
When war comes put on steel helmet on his head.
He’s strong and well-muscled, yet weak
He’s simple and kind, yet crafty and cruel
He’ll walk all night, then sleep the whole day
He’ll give out his rations to the hungry,
Yet beat them up when ordered to.
He’d command a battalion,
be a lackey to his mistress;
He’s stronger than brandy, milder than milk
He’ll tackle a battalion of enemy in war, be
Tackled by his wife alone in the house
He’ll avoid all the roads,
Walk miles in the jungle;
be rained on in the field,
Carry an umbrella in the streets,
He’d be macho under torture and pain
Cry a river when she leaves
He’ll fight with his friends in war
Hire his enemy for an informer.
He’d pose as a friend, work as a spy
He’d swear allegiance to the nation,
Be hired for informer by the enemy.
He’d stand for the enemy’s bullet,
Run like hell from his wife’s nagging.
He’d build a bungalow, spent his life dug in
He fights hard and wins battles
The president collects his medals.
He guards his commanders at night
His family is daily attacked by burglars.
He’ll kill millions of enemy soldiers
Indicted with human atrocities for collateral damage.
He bivouacs anywhere in the jungle
Arrested for loitering in the streets
He’s a monster, yet a hero
He’s a loner, yet a legend
He’s the devil, yet an angel
He’s mortal, yet a mystique.
He’s a peacemaker, yet a warmonger
In spite of his behaviour,
He’s a saviour.