A Messenger On The Battlefield Poem by Phillip Robertson

He just stood there
so motionless and yet so alive
he's heavy breath so clear in sound
his eyes stricken with fear
his mind a warzone in itself
confronted with a battle of courage and horror
so bold for a boy
i had heard of boys being told to carry guns
but he so young who stood before me
i nearly cried
and on the day i told his mother what had happened
she was shellshocked
and after the war was over
noone remembered the little messenger boy
noone but me
i alone remembered the boy with the letter and the gun
and i weeped for him