I stand on this boat as the operation begins
I pray to God to forgive me for all my sins
We approached the shore and Sarge yells Get Ready
I hold my trigger hand trying to keep it steady
With a crash the front gates open
The bullets let fly, our line was broken
To avoid the fire I jumped overboard
Abandoned my backpack and swam for shore
Now hiding behind a beach obstacle holding my head
My worst fear come true I will end up dead
My friends falling to the ground
The high pitch cry of mortar rounds
What an awful sound
The ocean before me was no longer the blue I knew, but red
A hazy red
A red of slaughter, a butcher's prime
I ran in, gun blazing trying to find my haven from the shower of iron but to no rest
And now a bullet dug itself into my chest
I felt as if I lost control of my legs and I hit the sand hard
The gentle waves lapped up against my side
After a couple of cries the Medic arrived
I lay in my own bloody tide
A shot of morphine as he did he work
He dug the knife into the wound and my head jerked
More morphine my eyelids sagged
They took my tag
And rolled out my bag
He put my roseries in my hand
And he layed my rifle in the sand
I took in my last breath
And I was taken by the Angel of Death
Wow, very visual. Wonderfully written, a beautifull poetic story. Nicely done.