The Bronze Cross

The siren wailed The time for killing Had begun Let us board our choppers Go to war Finish it Until it is done I cannot hide My dread For, I knew the odds So many of my friends... Are dead Will this be me? I can, only survive My training Carries me through To manage fear To stay alive... I learnt of bravery Of men Who were wasted away Lost for eternity I learnt of men Whose actions, I cannot compete I cocked my FN The enemy to defeat I cannot digest This lust for killing I have a job to do Like so many others They felt this, too I could not leave Bob, in all his pain I carried him So far I would do it In a heartbeat Again I would never leave Any of our men So, under heavy fire I carried Bob I released my fear I carried him clear It is all won or lost On the toss My circumstances My training My comradeship Carried me As I carried Bob For this They gave me... The Bronze Cross