Tears From A Fallen Hero

Tears From A Fallen Hero

He heads towards the helicopter as he waves his goodbyes
A little hand waving through the mild mountain air
He turns and walks in the door as it starts to lift off
Time on that helicopter gave time to think and pray
After the 18 hour ride to the sandbox, emotions ran low
He rises to the ranks as he is slowly deployed from the 'copter.
A picture of his beloved wife and daughter in his pocket
Missions came and went almost like clockwork
Fighting, shooting, killing, never proud of the job
He was always told, THEY were the enemy
But as the sun reached its peak in the hot sun-dried day
As they were marching, ready for battle
A single shot was heard whizzing through the air
A grunt, and his body sub coming to pain, hit the ground
As the field medic ran to his aide, he reached in his pocket
There he found the picture of his wife and daughter with a bullet hole through their chest
As he lay there, blood staining the sandy ground
A single tear shed, rolled down his face
And there on that hot day, he perished
Only to be named, another fallen hero...