As the silence fell, the birds began to sing <br />The soldier tries to stand on his own <br />As the blood trickles down his arm he looks and he see's <br />As he stands, he finds he's all alone <br /> <br />His friends are all about him at his feet <br />The enemy has perished from the seige <br />From the field of battle he searches the fields and trees <br />With a sigh of relief he drops down to one knee <br /> <br />With one good hand he fumbles his radio <br />Must get command on line, must let them know <br />He hears a voice on line that says Bravo twenty three <br />Report your twenty and status would you please <br /> <br />The soldier leans his back against a tree <br />And streaches out before him his tired feet <br />He says, Sir, the positions held, it is ours to keep <br />Defended now by one beneath this tree <br /> <br />The voice it says that help is on the way <br />The soldier hesitates, as a breath he takes <br />Across his legs he lays his rifle down <br />Chambers a round, then comes back to say <br /> <br />Sir, I see a dozen men they come <br />I'll try to hold this ground but I'm just one <br />I'll try to hold them back, but I don't think I may <br />When you come Sir, Please, pray my soul to take <br /> <br />When the help it came they found beneath the tree <br />The young man in his twentys no longer breathed <br />And out before him scattered on the ground <br />Were a dozen men, dead enemy were found <br /> <br />The Captain he walks up to the tree <br />The soldier's hand was warm he finds heartbeat <br />He said men if you can, you must try to save this man <br />And they did, for this soldier he was me.<br /><br />Bill Simmons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-soldier-5/
