Written for Lexi's Poetry CHallenge Contest |
PROUD STAIN Sounds of battle in the distance, coming closer to the bunker now; Try to concentrate on the outcome, Pray for strength to win, somehow. Eyes of comrades meet mine sadly, all wishing we were somewhere else; Dreaming of the mountain crevices. watching snow as it slowly melts. Fields of flowers, am I dreaming? Golden wheat sways in the breeze; Bullets fly above our heads now, bringing each of us to our knees. Mother dear, I long to see you - hold you close, erase the pain; Should your dear boy die in battle and never see my home again? Thoughts of home and family vanish as the enemy is now clearly seen; "Fire at will - defend the freedom! Be brave and strong, young Marine!" Johnny has fallen, right beside me and his blue eyes are opened wide; There'll be tears somewhere in Heaven, as the blood flows out from his side. I can see the terror forming on the faces of these young men; "Fire at will - Defend your country!" and the fighting starts again. I pull the pin from the grenade, Throw it high and throw it well; Send these devils to their maker, Help them find their way to Hell. Bullets slam me in the shoulder, but I can fight, ignore the pain; They're retreating, we can win now! I look down at my proud stain. Purple hearts and combat medals won't bring back the men who died; I take aim and let the lead fly until my bleeding soul is satisfied. The war will end, I hope forever, but the memories will remain; The sands of time will soon cover traces of each man's proud stain. Countrymom 2/9/05 |