Like many, I have been there,
Know the fear of a last breath.
Seen the dead lie still as we fought
The enemy, never seeing their eyes.
How does fear grip you,
When it has no hands?
How does fear scare you,
When its face is hidden?
Screams and incessant noise
Leaves you with little thought,
But to survive, if that is God's will.
Tomorrow is never thought of.
Love ya!
Jane
We have to think of tomorrow and find ways to prevent sending young men and women into the battlefield and that raw fear again. I can't imagine what it's like to drive down a road filled with IEDs, walk through a field filled with landlines, see a drone overhead with a laser beam pointed on my body, or find myself in a room with a crazed man with an AK-47 coming down the hall and shooting everyone in sight.
Ron