A bomb fell today
in far off Afghanistan.
It landed on Canadians
and killed them straight away.

They were sent to fight a foe
and trained to beat the enemy.
Instead they met with woe
and were blasted to eternity.

Had it been in battle
they would have stood a chance.
Instead they met death’s rattle
by mistake and happenstance.

Someone somewhere blundered,
we can only reason why.
They heard an aircraft’s thunder
and then—and then
It was their time to die.

Léger and Green
Smith and Dyer,
four who
died for a dream.

A dream of peace
world without terror,
shattered by
a pilot’s error.

"Friendly fire" in "the fog of war"
was how an ally described it.

Where was the fog
And who was the friend
In far away Afghanistan?