Lost At War......Free Verse

Me,
him,
brother,
sent at sixteen,
over the seas,
packed with weapons,
food,
and letter supplies.

I died,
he lived,
I shot,
I missed,
he shot,
he hit,
I died with pride,
he lived with guilt.

Sent in jeeps and tanks,
foot,
and stomach,
into the battle,
into the war,
the bang of guns,
the pelt of flying dirt.

I died,
he lived,
I shot,
I missed,
he shot,
he hit,
I died with pride,
he lived with guilt,

The fight we fought,
the battles we won,
the battles we lost,
why can't there be peace,
love,
without hate,
loved ones lost,
because of war.

Whats the point?
Whats to gain?
Why do innocent teens,
need to die,
because of hate?