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