The Combat Medic

He almost slipped away today With the many words he meant to say About the way he felt From the cards that were dealt It was hard to keep the ghosts away They would come in the dark Screaming, crying, begging for his help Faces obscured, but he knew who they were The ones he had lost In every sense of the word Drink and drugs couldn't ease the pain Sunshine, rainbows, snowflakes, who cares? He preferred the rain Rain seemed to clean, though with it came mud Memories of fog, the smell of their blood Those days are long past, but never forgotten There have been many wars But only one that he fought in He almost slipped away today Yet once again, he decided to stay