Hear them
Listen to the voices
They call to you
You are lost
You can’t find a way

The sorrow
The pain
The suffering

You can’t get to them
All you can do is wait
Death is catching up to you
You see it beyond the trees
You and a buddy are left
He’s wounded you are not

Death is calling
Saying your name in a low depressing lullaby
You see the light in front of you

There’s only room for one
The helicopter full of the wounded
The wounded has a brand new child

You let him go
You are left to fight
A shot rings out

You go down to your knees
A warm yet cold liquid flows down your forehead
Darkness covers you