A Warrior's Tears

A WARRIOR’S TEARS Dr. James E. Martin September, 2013 He is nearing the end of another tour. He counts the days till the end. Through continued battles he must endure. He prays for a buddy to mend. One gravely injured in a recent attack, His future uncertain, at best. He cannot find solace as he pushes back For a much needed moment of rest. One buddy injured, another deceased, He tries his emotions to contain. Holding his buddy as his spirit is released There is no way to relate to his pain. He sits there with tears running down his cheek, He wonders what tomorrow will bring. No one will call him frail or weak, In combat it’s an unheard of thing! Many will never this scene comprehend, They’re too busy to pause to reflect. For the many that expired where duty did send Let us never forget to respect! Yes, freedom’s price is extremely high! Multitudes have found this to be true! Instead of complaining and questioning why, Be thankful that warriors do what they do!