35 years is a long time
To remember your face
But you are there to remind me
About the price of war

In the heat of battle
With bullets and blood
Sounds that are deafening
Explosions causing metal to rip into skin

I am treating a wounded soldier
Trying to save his life
My fingers and mind are busy
Rushing to stop the flow of his blood

You pop up out of your hole
A few feet from me
Our eyes meet-We are both surprised
Frozen in Time

It is by instinct alone
That I respond
I fire once
Bullet strikes its intended target

You stop in mid-moment
And stare deep into my eyes
With a look of total surprise
As if to say I can’t believe you shot me

You move in slow motion
Falling to your knees
No sound from your lips
Just a flow of blood

You are just a boy around age 15
Playing war for real
I guess you found out that
Playing war has a heavy cost

You are the age of my own brothers
Who have no knowledge of what war is
They are still playing baseball, attending school
Chasing after girls

I just wish
That you too
Didn’t have to learn
What happens in the heat of battle

I just wish neither of us knew about the realities of war
I would have rather of taught you about baseball
Watch you chase after girls
See you grow into a man

©Kerry "Doc" Pardue
July 6, 2004

IN THE HEAT OF THE BATTLE Contributed by docpardue on Tuesday, 6th July 2004 @ 04:32:27 PM in AEST Topic: war 35 years is a long time To remember your face But you are there to remind me About the price of war In the heat of battle With bullets and blood Sounds that are deafening Explosions causing metal to rip into skin I am treating a wounded soldier Trying to save his life My fingers and mind are busy Rushing to stop the flow of his blood You pop up out of your hole A few feet from me Our eyes meet-We are both surprised Frozen in Time It is by instinct alone That I respond I fire once Bullet strikes its intended target You stop in mid-moment And stare deep into my eyes With a look of total surprise As if to say I can’t believe you shot me You move in slow motion Falling to your knees No sound from your lips Just a flow of blood You are just a boy around age 15 Playing war for real I guess you found out that Playing war has a heavy cost You are the age of my own brothers Who have no knowledge of what war is They are still playing baseball, attending school Chasing after girls I just wish That you too Didn’t have to learn What happens in the heat of battle I just wish neither of us knew about the realities of war I would have rather of taught you about baseball Watch you chase after girls See you grow into a man ©Kerry "Doc" Pardue July 6, 2004 Copyright © docpardue ... [ 2004-07-06 16:32:27] (Date/Time posted on site) Advertisments: Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem