SOLDIER
12-22-04
Behind a building in a foreign land, Picture of his wife and kids in his shirt pocket with gun in hand,
With no time to think he's in battle mode as shots are fired he hits the road, eyes searching for the sniper at bay he makes a visual of the area from where he lays,
bullets richochet from a place unknown a constant reminder that he's far from home, on the top of a building his enemy is focused in though the scope, his finger on the trigger as the sweat burns his eyes like soap,
the cross hairs aligned he pulls and lets off a popping sound, from the rooftop the enemy falls to the ground,Feeling the rush he jumps to his feet and hears the cheers from his squad but he's weak in his knees,
looking down a puddle of blood on the ground, a hand on his stomache he feels the warm liquid from within, a hole had ripped threw his once pale white skin,
his body goes limp in slow motion this mountain of a man falls, he hears " soldier down" towards him the medic crawls,
the taste of the dirt in his mouth and death knocking at his door he pictures his wife and kids in his mind that he may see no more,
with a surgical kit open the medic dives right in, stops the bleeding really quick and pulls together the stretched apart skin, "Soldier he says this is your lucky day" I was top of my class and I wont let you slip away,
The medic worked for thirty minutes or more and when he was done he said "your gonna feel sore", As the chaos of battle came to an end the soldier made his way to his feet and readied his gun once again,
Brothers in battle standing toe to toe, each a hero in their right they make our country glow, giving their lives to free a people who have yet to breathe the air, if Iraqie's only knew, were there because we care.