She ran across the plaza, nearly flying. <br />He was alive, though barely, badly swaying. <br />Presumed deceased, their group of just fifteen <br />had made their way out of the steaming jungle. <br />Her nurse's cap had fallen into muck, <br />and regulation army blouse spit down the centre. <br />His eyes were swollen badly, though this was a sight <br />to heal and comfort them and warm a frozen heart. <br />It was the end of fighting in this violent film. <br />Good guys had won with heavy casualties. <br />And here I sit in Lazyboy's recliner <br />and try to hide the tear no one should see.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jungle-tears/
