A Soldier's Daydream

Fog by ammo and a cloudless sun

He's wounded but holds onto his gun

His heart once racing slows down its beats

A ringing sounds in his ears

Pulsating louder and louder,

As the cloud cover draws near

Blue eyes roll back to white,

As they close to embrace the seemingly bright light

Two combat medics on war ground

Fall to the aid of the soldier beneath the mound

Images of his family, deceased and alive, flash before him as they combined

All his friends are soldiers in his war stricken mind

His body is racing to the heavenly end

Or so he thought until the medics rushed in

A glimpse of the sunflower iris around his blue eyes

Are slowly opening to assure his "friends," he has not yet died

There is hope

But for who?

Heaven was so near,

As hell was clearly already here

Here a few feet above the mound of dirt and sand

Here where the soldiers stand

United as one

They will never leave a fallen soldier behind in this land

There he lies as the medics restore him back to this life

But what life was this beneath the mound?

Where heaven and hell have met on the same battle ground…

Would the stronger soldier have laid down to rest?

Or would he have been given a new life to fight for the rest?

All that is known on this divided ground

 Is the world spins madly on

And will not rest for anyone.

-Andrea N.