The death of a marine

I lay on the operating table.
My chest cut open.
My heart laid bare.

The doctor looks at it and asks my CO where the rest of it is.
He tells him its spread out across the sands of iraq.
He notices that my veins are dry.
He asks where my blood is.
My CO tells him it stains the streets of the country we fight to free.
Another piece of my heart disappears. My veins dry out more.
Another marine dead and slowly but surely im dying with them.