Our Last Talk

“Hang in there Ranger,” I remember myself to say,

“Medivac is on the way.”

“Think of Donna. Think of home.

I’m with you troop, you’re not alone.”

They drew first blood, they hit us hard,

Someone dealt us a loosing card.

“Medic, Medic!” I heard myself yell,

I wanted your pain to stop, I wanted you well.

You clenched my hand, not wanting to die,

I plead to the Lord that you not see me cry.

Think of your wife, your baby so dear,

I could tell by your eyes that your death was near.

My eyes teared up as you my friend passed on,

Would the world be sad that you were dead and gone?

Even in death my friend you are not alone,

You are surrounded by friends in this black marbled stone.

Michael D. Monfrooe

1993