I can hear them coming now
No hiding, no running
just me and this war
I raise my weapon and aim
An explosion sounds near
I can hear my men cry out in pain
My heart's pounding, I can hear it
I'm scared to stay, but proud to fight
I fire my gun and watch as a man falls still
The man next to me falls to the ground
I want to help, but I can't stop fighting
I see dirt and debris fall around me
I wish to see you one last time
To hear your sweet angelic voice
To feel your hands wrap around me
If it was just a second, I would be happy
Then it was over, nothing but black lay in my path
I couldn't see anything past my nose
I could hear the bugle sounding in the distance
My body felt numb and light, like a feather
Watch over our son and daughter
Know I tried to make you proud
We will meet again, but for now be happy
If I could I would be more careful and see you again
I wish to see you again, for only a minute
I am young, but younger have gone
I will see my fallen comrades soon
Here I lay in the land of the dying and dead
I wrote this poem a few months ago and entered it into my yearbook. It was rejected for it's length the next day I found a poem was accepted that was twice the length of my poem.