Someone mentioned this poem a little while ago and to be honest, I'd forgotten I'd written it. I re-read it and decided that it deserves a second airing.
Those Who Fell
I often stop and wonder why,
and ask 'What it's all about?'
I find myself looking into the sky,
and hear myself scream and shout.
I wake from my sleep,
with my heart beating fast.
And tears I weep,
as I long for safer days past.
More sand and dust,
another day of hell.
Doing what I must,
remembering those who fell.
Winning hearts and winning minds,
trying every day.
Doing this job takes all kinds,
but I wish it would just go away.
I dread each day when we go out to seek,
the enemy with his gun.
But all I have left is one long week,
then my time here will be done.
I hope I can hold my head up high,
and say 'I did my job well'.
And I, with a sigh,
will remember those who fell.