07 - Untowarred Mother

Its funny. My mother would rather me go to war than to fight,
She'd rather I kill or die trying than to see my pride shattered,
If I lost our little duel, that shame would snuff something so bright,
That my injured heart would hurt more than my body battered.
Perhaps it's the uniform, every mother loves a son's sight,
When a clean cut man with intent to kill is all that mattered,
I love her and she loves me,
But I'm confused by this little fallacy