Poetry describing the soul

"Tell the truth" is as follows:

To tell the truth, I miss home, too. The old mother at home has white hair.

To tell the truth, I also have love and often miss her in my dreams.

Ever since I joined the army, I have known that there is a great responsibility. You don't have a gun, and I don't have a gun. Who will defend my mother and who will defend her?

To tell the truth, I'm not stupid either. I know the wind and rain on the way to join the army.

Honestly, I have feelings, too. The fireworks raised me.

Having said that, only the country can have a home. If you don't stand guard, neither will I. Who will defend our motherland and who will defend our homeland?