to prove my family wrong
i'll be something brave
i'll stay out of trouble
mom, please stop sending me to my grave

it's the stroke of the pen
and there's no green grass
it's the storke of the pen
now my buddy's are covering my ass

there's bullets and rockets
i thought those were all jokes
i'm only 19
never learned how to vote

Sir, please bring us home
we already waged your war
now we're fighting for nothing
and steadily knocking at deaths door

excellent poem, vivid imagery, well paced.