Running, all he can think about is the fear,

BANG! The sound of thunder fills his left ear.

A hard impact, a fatal blow,

He falls down to the surface below.

Overwhelming pain, feels like a sharp bite,

No help, he is alone in the dark night.

Blood runs down his body like a river,

As all of it pours through his liver.

Laying there, tears running, he must fight

He must get up, to strive until the end of light.

“No pain, no mercy”, that is what Sergeant taught,

What he could accomplish, yes, that was a lot.

“Be smart, pick and choose wise”,

“Stay on guard, sleep with open eyes”.

If he gives up, if he quits it,

Later on, he knows he will just resent it.

Every man for himself he is his own reinforcement.

To win the war, was his own endorsement.

The pain, the wound, only gets worse

The tears, the fears, they must be a curse.

How did he get into this, and why?

They say you will be a hero, is that a lie?

Thousands of soldiers some die everyday,

For what?  To the world, it does not matter anyway.

Is this the life he chose? To live for nothing,

Or will he be strong and die for something?

Is this fate, or chance? No its fate that brought him here.

What he has done for love will not disappear

Because he represents bravery, honor, courage, respect

Maybe one day, the life of others he will affect.

The last heart beat, and the last breath

He embraces a peaceful death.

By Kayla F. (2012)