The Run
THE RUN
There can be no silence
in a dark vegetated jungle
when you run to evade;
unseen trees and brush
mark by sound your route.
The run is but a slow walk
pressing through dense cover;
their run can be no faster
they are just many more.
Each clearing you speed
maybe call for a red flare,
a red star to gauge position,
and maybe a couple more.
Set a target, call a volley,
interrupt Charles’ progress,
give more space to run;
space to cut a quick turn.
Run till they lose your trail,
go to ground and wait,
could be they will pass by;
then run again for daylight.
With luck you get the LZ first
before escape can be closed;
without luck you continue to run
until exhaustion then run no more.
You make your lonely stand
on unknown lonely ground,
the trees your only memorial,
you will vanish into the land,
and there find your eternal rest.
Copyright © Jw Nugent | Year Posted 2018
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