Eyes rolled back, seeing nothing
but blue skies and an angel?  in
the distance.  Not time for you yet;
the long slide back into the caring
arms of a Medic determined not to
let you go.  Funny:  he and God got
the same eyes.  And what the --
when did He start wearing camo?

You think you hear voices on the
double blades of a dustoff.  They'll
not let you go without a fight.  The
battle, theirs.  You've earned your
rest.  They're on point.  Needlestick.
Pain dims into memory.  No need to
worry with these two at your side -
Medic and God, they've got your back.

(c) 2008, Karla Dorman (4/12)