WOUNDED IN BATTLE

WOUNDED IN BATTLE

Wounded in battle he fought on to live,
Had to get the man who tried to kill him,
No way was he ready, his life to give;
Though killing a man to him was no whim.

He lay there a long time, face in the dirt.
The wound in his shoulder tightly he’d bound,
It stopped bleeding, he was not badly hurt,
Then movement he saw, the sniper he found.

Enemy had left him as a rear guard.
Almost surprised by his own rifle blast
But the sniper would not move one more yard;
And another human had breathed his last.

If you have been there you know war is hell,
And that is the end of this tale I tell.