Marshall's Hit
The cougar master at the helm
slow progress, a daily trek.
In harms way to clear a path
make it safe for all, you see.
An ambush from a shack
the penetration was deep
shredding metal and flesh alike.
both supports cut from below
paralysis ensues. He sits and watches
the slugs bouncing off the plated window
by his head, hoping to hold fast.
Smoke fills the bowels of the machine
fire rages on, unable to move
he urges others out
a selfless sacrifice he makes.
They egress to suffocate the inferno
all have the same goal...
to save their mate.
The one who saved so many before
now has the same fate.
They now do for him.
What he has done for them.
They repay their thanks
with his life.
Clinging to life, he soars away.
His battlefield now changes
from one of sand and metal
to one of pain and healing.
dedicated to SPC John Marshal, medic, 203rd ECB(H),
wounded while defending our freedom in Iraq
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