Here is my problem 
I saw my share
Of action on my
Battlefield of life having
Learned a long time
Ago that whatever I
Do or don’t do
Is up to me
I have at odd
Times awakened face down
Breathing in mud and
Blood and slowly risen
Amidst the carnage of
My campaigns witness to
Destruction at my hands
But now I don’t
Know how to undo
My lifetime of certainty
And accept that in
These now peaceful times
There are simple things
I simply don’t know
How to do where
Are the trumpets where
Are the men where
Are the victories what
I’m left with is
Bathing and laundry and
Sweeping and groceries and
The quiet life afforded
To the commander of
This my destructive life