Man down

There was once a soldier who thought he had it right.
He went to battle, and took it into stride.
He saw comrades going down.
He saw comrades bleed.
Him included.
His first two battles went his way.
When time came that he was called for the third one, he started to fear...
"Maybe this is not the life for me."
...and yet, he went.

As he tried to shoot his enemies, he saw that he always missed.
The situation was getting more desperate, as he saw the impending doom.
He was getting more injuries, as his comrades were.
The only difference is, they still wanted to win.
...and he...
He did not care anymore.

The battle's still not done...
but the soldier let go of his guns...
for good.

He is now seeking the life that he wants.
He left a broken man...
But he is currently putting himself back together.

I wish your decision would bring you happiness.