A young warrior in battle. |
A young warrior wounded in battle lay bleeding on the battlefield Slowly, painfully le lifted his eyes to the sky as his life's blood seeped into the ground He knew his wound was fatal Though he was Klingon he did not wish to die. He wanted to live to get strong again to lift his bat'leth high above his head again. Do they not see me? He despaired as others of his garrison hurried past, some tripping over him egar to enter the fray Saddend and in great pain he closed his eyes only briefly to rest them and saw clearly the portal of the Black Fleet irised wide, beckoning, tempting him to enter He hesitated took a step Faltered and turned at the sound of the Garrison Medic's gruff voice as he did his battlefield triage "Here's another, bring my kit. Let's see how much life he's got left in him." He felt the practiced hand of the healer probe near the wound renewing his pain he nearly bit his tongue in tow to keep from crying out! "He's hurt bad lost a lot of blood But, he'll live to fight again with proper care." The Medic said The young warrior's heart soared with joy as the corpsman brought forth a stretcher, and bore him to the medical site Yes, he would live to see another day to fight another battle And again, raise his bat'leth in victory! |