I really did think it would be a normal day.
The sun was out and the air was warm.
It was a day like any other, a perfect one, I’d say.
But I had been called upon, and now I had to perform.
I had been called away, in hopes that our nation would prevail
Taken from my father and my brother and my mother.
“Let him be,” she couldn’t help but wail.
All of this came from a suit and a number.
We ran onto the field, and fell one by one…
The grasses ran red with our blood.
With our enemies ahead, in their hands were their guns.
And the bodies were like a flood.
For months and years we fought so hard,
I thought I would finally get home.
And even though I knew that I would be scarred,
I just wanted to get back to my-
No-
Pain, ache, all I could feel was pain,
The sound of a shot was ringing inside of my brain,
I can see the red on my uniform, it’s beginning to stain,
And my body…. It starts to drain…
My Life…
Yelling, my men are yelling, surrounding me-
Home, I want to go home- I wish I never left please just let me go home…
Please… Let me go home, let me be…
Let me go home.
My world is going black. It’s getting so dark.
I let myself go free. I did not run, I did not flee…
I died on the battlefield, and I’ve left my mark…
I know that I have honoured my country. And I know that my country will honour me.
Published November 12, 2020
Written by Jessica Moerman ~ Graphics created by Jessica Moerman
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