War


Running, all I can do is run
Missiles flying, bullets darted from
Faint odor of decaying flesh
Last night's squad, down
Only one left, I think
No food for two days
They were to retrieve the men
Rescue plane downed
Grasping a few leaves
Damp from the fallen rain
Pressing, squeezing for just a drop
Parched lips now bleeding
Only food behind enemy lines
Maybe I should just rest
Rest here..forever in peace
Gunfire approaches
Adrenaline courses, has me up
Up and running

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