Bullets leave without instructions,
mostly without intention.
Randomly passing harmlessly,
leaving only a whistle to indicate death was close.
The turmoil of war, unlike Hollywood,
is chaotic, perhaps good fortune determining outcomes;
enemies undistinguished from friends,
hate or love removed from a game seemingly played by Greek Gods of War.
In this decision making hell,
I rely entirely on instinct,
those who I think are my friends,