My Fallen Brother

White marble stones Stand proud in the sun To remember my colleagues The heroic fallen ones Many a battle Many a campaign Some did return For some never the same On the green grass i stand Blue sky above The souls of my comrade's Like peaceful sitting doves The name on this stone Reminds me of the day My best friend and brother Was taken away An offensive was launched Brothers at war Bunker to take At the top of a tor Smoke screen exhausts the view to the hill As we wind our way through Zipping bullets, blood spill Noises of lead, as they rip through the flesh As we hit the barbed wire Now a scarlet stained mesh Objective in sight as we approach our aim As i hear the groan of the injured Many dead and maimed Grenade pin pulled Bunker window we lob Hands sweating How many lives will we rob Explosion flash with shouts of pain As the smoke lifts on this bloody terrain We enter the Bunker To witness our task The enemy lie distorted Faces grimace, death mask I turn to my brother, to signal its safe As a shot rings out, in this theatre place He stands still for a moment Eyes glazing and cold The death of my sibling At 19 years old As i open my eyes, and turn to my son I see what i had, as he holds my grandson Family values, love and a bond As i remember my brother Of whom, i was so fond I proudly walk past, salute as i go The white stones standing proud Peaceful doves in a row I find my self fortunate to stand here and tell To talk of my brother, and the fallen as well http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php