Newspaper Statistic

Let me write a poem which I promise is short,

About a newspaper story we would not think of a lot.

They said it happened sometime yesterday,

While I thought of what to watch, what to play.

The paper said rifle shots crisply rang out in the air,

As I thought of what not and what to wear.

He was outnumbered and his bunker was cold,

But he stopped them in their tracks I am told.

As I straightened my tie and went on my way,

Another nameless soldier died in his fatigues yesterday.

I promised you this poem will be very short,

About a newspaper statistic we would not think of a lot.