A Soldier Cries

Our final stand
We fight alone
Ammo low
It’s almost gone

Each firefight
For us demise
“Give ‘em hell!”
A soldier cries

Shots ring out
We’re dug in deep
Extremely tired
Fearing sleep

The weather’s rough
It’s raining mud
Bodies battered
Spurting blood

Shrapnel sting
Before my eyes
Next to me
A buddy dies

Flying Flags
Shattered dreams
Body bags

A windy hill
A spoken word
“We love you guys.”
I hope they heard
Copyright © 2003 Delbert H. Rhodes

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