Going Home

I grasped the letter
from home that said all of my family
has died in the explosion.
Apparently a country bombed Kansas.
The government over there are trying
to figure out who did such a thing.

I looked over to the desert
in Afghanistan.
Tears having no problem
sliding down my cheeks.
My fellow soldiers leave me
to allow me to grief my loss
alone.

All of my friends back there,
gone and will never been seen again.
Then I realized, I can see them again.

Shouts and gunfire echoed in the background.
Some enemy soldiers barged in the room I'm in.
They kept staring at me, waiting for me to shoot
or do something. Then one of the soldiers push the other.
"Why aren't you doing anything?" The soldier that was pushed asked.

"Because, I am going to see my family and friends."
I smiled, secretly grab the grenade and plucked the pin off.
"What do you mean by that?" The soldier translated.
"This." I simply said.
A flash of heat then darkness.

A light came to view,
my family and friends peered over
blocking the light.
I smiled...

Author's Note

Wanted to write a poem about something like this. So here you are! What do you think?