Sitting In the Dark
As I sit in the dark fighting back the tears;
Remembering the past, remembering the fears.
I miss my buddies, friendships dear;
It’s been so long, so many years.
We looked for the enemy wherever they might be;
We saw the side of war that most never see.
We were the infantry; we trained to be the best;
We had pride in our unit, we stood above the rest.
I remember my friend falling, I still hear his screams.
I still see it after all these years, see it in my dreams.
I held him close; medivac was on the
way;
I could see death in his eyes; I didn’t know what to say.
The world turned silent as I gently closed his eyes;
I wondered if when a soldier passes, do the
Angels cry?
As if he were a child, I carried him to the bird;
The medics took him from me, no one said a word.
The mission wasn’t over; the enemy was close by.
There was no time to mourn, no time to cry.
Remembering the past, remembering the tears;
Sitting in the darkness, fighting back
the tears.
Michael D. Monfrooe
Dedicated to Leo, who helped me cope. I saw it in his eyes.