Soldier

He lies awake no words, no sound. He cannot speak for himself. Every bone in his body aches from long, hard hours of fighting. He looks back on his life. With so many regrets. "Daddy why weren't you there? Do you not love me?" His little girls voice plays back in his head. The regrets of not watching his only child, not able to be there. Now he lies in a hospital bed. Bombs going off, another soldier on the ground pale, cold. No one is compassionate. They pull out the American Flag and cover another body, a soldier, a brother, a friend. He remembers days with his wife. She never wanted him to go in the service. He knows he won't be far behind the other corpse that's cold. He never understood how fighting, and people dying was freedom. He died alone, With no one there. Cold, confused, scared. He crossed the rocky bridge, with one too many regrets.