Battlefield Valor Poem by Ima Ryma

From nowhere, suddenly, it came,
A live hand grenade rolled in sight,
Thrown by somebody taking aim
To kill and maim out of pure spite.
A bunch of bodies froze in fear,
Too scared to scream, too shocked to run.
The danger was present and clear,
And, he knew what had to be done.
He fell on the bomb as it blew,
Taking the blast to save the rest.
Just what a good soldier would do -
Took the worst by giving his best.

He died a teacher in grade school,
Teaching kids the true Golden Rule.