Caught in a firefight <br />Young soldiers from afar <br />Scared confused, being picked off <br />As each bullet meets its target. <br /> <br />Towards a mountain pass <br />The “enemy” had lured them <br />And spilled their blood upon sandblasted rocks <br />That flowed to congeal upon the sands. <br /> <br />Terrified and alone, eight young warriors <br />Fight on as one <br />As thoughts of Mothers <br />Wives or lovers race onwards throughout their minds. <br /> <br />Evacuation is called for <br />An airlift is in order <br />Nine minutes pass, here comes the chopper. <br /> <br />A lumbering Chinook <br />Claps from above, creates its own sandstorm <br />Quickly now all visibility is lost. <br /> <br />A barrage of RPGs fly up to greet her <br />One penetrates the rear turbine, another splits the rotor <br />Spinning, twirling - this Chinook is disintegrating. <br /> <br />Like a Dreadnought battleship of old <br />Wounded in a fight, her rivets pop <br />She fell from out the sky. <br /> <br />Exploding before crashing, just above the ground <br />shrapnel flies cuts and slices <br />Thud, the sands rise. <br /> <br />Now the mountain is silent <br />Much like it had always been <br />The blood of the Youth - <br />Spilled upon the rocks <br />Congealed upon the sands. <br /> <br />A mountain is still a mountain <br />And around, over or through it <br />A person may freely pass. <br />Are not the plains of Armageddon <br />Reserved for battles such as this? <br /> <br />© Calac <br /> <br />Chinook: A medium lift helicopter <br />RPGs: Rocket-propelled grenades<br /><br />Chris Lane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lumbering-chinook/
