by | Apr 1, 2009 | Poetry | 0 comments

The attack went in,
Taliban Stronghold.
Tracer flew,
Like swarms of fire trailing Hornets,
Buzzing, Zipping,

“Re- group”, a withdrawal called.
Head Count.
One Missing.
“Who saw him last?” A decision,
Made from camaraderie, not monetary gain.

Brave men, strapped to the wings
Of a Warrior War Bird,
Searching for the lost one.
They swoop, this Heroic flock
And raise their fallen Brother.

Actions of true friends and comrades
Over come the instinct of
Self preservation and fear.
The Adversity thrown at them, flung aside.
For the sake of a man,
And his Family.


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