There he lies with wounds so deep
hurt from a blast from his jeep.
A man who fought for his country
so we the people today could be free.

The sound of gun shots near by
taking cover he hopes to try.
Waiting for his band of brothers
he hopes to survive like many others.

Whats a soldier suppose to do
when he fights for someone like me and you.
He stands his ground and does not walk away
checks his weapon and waits for his prey.

He crawls thru the field on his knees
he comes upon a few enemies.
They lay their weapons down one by one
they beg for mercy as he yells to run.

He drops his weapon to his side
he whispers "Enough men have already died."
He begins walking and searching for his platoon
knowing his survival is limited very soon.

He hears a sound that's just over the hill
he moves slowly in for the kill.
He looks into his scope surprised to see
his platoon and a few enemies.

He walks to them with blood in his face
turns around as he yells,"Let's get out of this place."

This poem is for all the american soldiers.

This poem is about a soldier that gets hurt

and seperated from his men but finds the strength to continue

to find his platoon. Tired of killing, when he comes upon them,

he tells the enemies to drop their weapons and run away.

He figures enough men have died and his just wants to go home.

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