Often confusing

Little Billy

They ask to die with courage and honor,
In service of king and country.
But when we have no king or honor,
What indeed is death paltry?

Why ask for darkness in the night,
When lights are plenty in need.
When sight is dim and paths meander,
Why kill what little there is?

They ask us if we will do for them.
But in the end will we really?
Or is it just a false promise,
That breaks like little Billy.

And when his bones are left to rot,
In no man's land of the worst sort.
Will there be honor, king or country?
Or just maggots filth and blot?