My brother, our soldier.

Raise your glass, cheers!
But brother please tell me, where have you been all these years?
Where were you when I said "Yes" to my now lovely wife?
Where could I find you when my son learned to drive?
Where have you been when my daughter was born?
Where were you at when I had to mourn?
I want you to explain and you keep telling me that you won't or can't.
But brother like this, I will never understand.
His brother was deep in the enemy lines.
With the fear for his own life he defused a couple mines.
Holding his breath, letting the enemy pass through.
To take someone’s life, that was the hardest thing he had to do.
"Always aim for the vital parts" they said.
If you do it right, it will take only a single shot to drop the guy, dead.
He shot one, strangled the second and stabbed the third.
All of those dead guys, all their last screams was what he heard.
Once two brothers, now so far apart.
Will they ever be able to finish the conversation they start?
When will the struggle of the other side finally land?
When will these to parted brothers finally understand?