A/N: I'm Back!!!! This is from the perspective of a young girl watching a young Watson as he waits for the boat that will take him to Afghanistan. I owe the idea to Monty Twain's portrayal of Watson's Family in "Legacies" and from Pompey's fic. "On Afghanistan Plains". I also stole the title from both the Rudyard Kipling Poem, and Pompey's other fic.

Disclaimer: I do not own. If I did would I be writing this?????????? No....I would be long gone off this earth. I don't own the last line either. It belongs to Rudyard Kipling.

A Young British Soldier

There he stands,

His uniform still stiff,

Waiting for the boat to come.

He is alone.

No family to hug and reassure him.

No one to remind him he's doing the right thing.

Only two bags.

Going off to war.

The fact that he is a doctor,

Makes it no less daunting.

No less scary.

Makes him no less afraid.

All he has ever known,

Forsaken for the protection of others.

He checks his watch,

The boat has arrived.

Left up now to fate,

If his life is to take,

His bags are packed,

He doesn't look back,

And is off,

As a young British soldier.

Do you like it???? I am sorry I took so long to update. This poem took forever to write because I was doing it during my free time in marching band on the back of John Phillip Sousa's "The Golden Jubilee March."