Wandering aimlessly through the abandoned streets,
Lost in a hail of gunfire and bloodshed.
His memories, so tragic and gruesome,
Overwhelm him at every opportunity.
The pain, so marvelous a thing,
Reminds him he is still human.
The numbness, creeping over him slowly,
Like a looming silhouette of despair.
He knows he must never forget,
For if he is to forget, all trace of his experience will be lost.
The lives of the men who fought so gallantly beside him,
Will disappear, silently float away in the wind.
The men who stood by him to the end,
And paid the ultimate price s that he may live on.
He should be grateful, he knows,
But he is flooded with guilt for the life he is living.
The life THEY gave to him.
Standing, looking ahead,
He whispers a thank you to the cold night air.
He walks on, unsure but unafraid,
To bring honor to his fallen comrades.
