Caught up in the ultimate sacrifice
he felt his heart beating fast.
Inside he knew that what he must do
would probably be the last.
Up ahead was blinding light
and bullets with blazing speed.
Calls of 'help me' kept him alert.
He knew his buddy was in need.
Crawling slowly, he tasted sand
and inch by inch he'd spit.
He felt blood and smelled it too.
It reeked with the stench of it.
He continued knowing what lay ahead
and finally grasped a hand.
Quickly his touch felt for a pulse.
He felt life in this wretched land.
He hoisted the body over his back.
He turned and started to run.
He heard the whirring helicopter
from where his journeyed begun.
As he placed him in the copter
he heard these words being cried.
'Thank you pal. I'll never forget.'
Two seconds later, hit by a bullet
in this hell hole, he died.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a tale of bravery though the sadness brings a lump. great poem, Edwina.