The Run

Running; is the scariest thing I have ever done in my life.
Climbing up that bank, knowing that if I take too long I will be shot.

Men all around me falling, one by one
All I can hear is the sound of my own breath and the odd wail and clump of men falling.

The courage of the captain ahead of me is like a flower in a garden of weeds.

He is fearless, he is inspirational, and he is a true hero,
The look on his face is clear of any timidity, he is brave.

The captain is determined but then he disappeared like a leaf in the wind.
I decide to take his role
I shout to urge the soldiers on I try not to be scared.

My fear is quelled by anger,
By all the thoughts of soldiers falling,
I will win this war.

The true heroes are the ones who fell,
Not the ones who survived.