Solitary days and humble nights

What is your name?

Dawn painted red,
Men hung dead,
The cries and screams echo till,
Alone on a hill,
A single soldier stands still,
The flag he held stained,
The blood of the fallen most not named,
His comrades and friends,
His brothers his men,
Gone,
The single flag held honor stained crimson,
A single man left loyalty stained red,
To stand for all those left laying dead,
Victory always came at a high cost,
Many were lost,
That victory always tastes bittersweet,
The soldier sank to his knees,
He cried out to heaven a few pleas,
He longed to not be that last,
The last one standing or even alive,
But not one other had survived,
On his side that is,
For across the way another figure stood,
Across the valley way,
Where the enemy lay,
A lone soul held another crimson flag,
Another lone soul's loyalty painted red,
The last enemy soldier stood,
where all others were dead,
The two men looked into each others eyes,
Two crimson flags,
Two loyal men stood painted red,
Both men on their knees,
They each had given heaven a cry,
Yet took shaken to speak,
Their knees were weak,
Their eyes met once more,
Blue to brown,
Brown to blue,
They didn't know what to do,
The battle had no victory,
Only war could be so cruel,
To make your only companion the one your trained to kill,
Yet both men had lost their will to fight,
They both collapsed upon the same earth,
Their eyes met once more,
Brown to blue,
Blue to brown,
What makes them different,
They can no longer fight,
Only ponder at each others sight,
A single question remained,
Both soldiers thought the same,
What is my enemy's name?