Nightmare Poem by Russell Aydelotte

Death surrounds me,
the last soldier standing,
giving up hope is not an option,
fight! we are told,
Fight to the last man,
We're here to make a stand.

'Welcome to hell,
make yourself at home,
do what you want,
you cant die here,
so pick a cell,
this is your worst nightmare! '

I look around,
nothing but dead bodies,
the smell,
the air is rank with the smell of death,
But I must press on,
for it is not my time,
I will finish my mission,
for honor,
for glory,
for country,
I will not die,
no sir not here,
Nightmare, nay, reality,
will bring me down.