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Ode To The Corpsman

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Ode To The Corpsman

"I want my Mommy.I want my Mommy",
I heard the young man cry.
That's how I made my living.
Watching young men die.

The boy had taken a bullet,
Right around mid-thigh.
It cut through his femoral artery.
Soon he'd bleed out dry.

I took my index finger. 
I stuck it in the hole.
I tried to make a tourniquet,
But I couldn't find a pole.

I could feel his lifeblood pulsing.
I just couldn't make it stop.
As the bullets flew around my head,
I could hear the pop,pop,pop.

My rifles butt exploded.
It had taken a direct hit.
I found that I was thanking God.
I'd found my tourniquet.

I prepared the lad for transport,
To take him back to base.
When I turned around he was dead.
He'd taken three rounds in the face.

He was gone, so I moved on,
Amidst the constant cry.
That's how I made my living,
Watching young men die.



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  1. Date: 12/5/2009 4:16:00 PM

    A poignant, terrible look at war, and what perhaps is happening at the moment I write...somewhere, in some land, a young man dies. Well done. ~ Carrie

  1. Date: 12/5/2009 4:14:00 PM

    This is a tear jerker. I can't imagine what it would be like to be out there to try to do what our young men and now women do. Thanks for this one for I needed the reminder of the service of the deaths of our youth. Keep the creative pen flowing. Sara