IS THIS THE HAND ?

Is this the hand that carries the gun
Into a war where killing is considered joyous and fun
Is this the hand that points the way
Onto a field where my comrades lay

Is this the hand that is now blown to bits
Severed and weathered where a glove no longer fits
Is this the hand where fingers once were
Now just a stump and can no longer stir

Is this the hand it is no more
Such are the horrors and sacrifices of a needless war