My Commander

by John Bowlby   Nov 2, 2005


Walking through the marsh one day,
I listened to what my commander would say.
"Keep moving along",
As we moved through the throng
of weeds.

My gun was out of its holster,
Mounted nicely on my shoulder.
Sweat was dripping into my eyes,
And suddenly there was an awful surprise.

Gunfire burst out from all around,
And everyone dropped down to the ground.
However I just stood there,
Immobilized with fear.

A bullet wound here and a bullet wound there,
My arm was now dangling in the air.
I could see shooting coming from an old oak tree,
All of their fire was concentrated on me.

Then I looked to the ground,
To see if my commander was lying around.
Everything seemed to be in slow motion,
It was like trying to run in the ocean.

Bullets went flying past my face,
And I realized that I was a big disgrace.
Then one of them hit me,
A bullet coming from that old oak tree.

It hit me right in the chest,
I thought I'd been laid out to rest.
I was afraid that when the war was over,
I'd just be another line on scratch paper.

Just another casualty of war,
And my life would be no more.
I couldn't hear a sound,
As I was falling to the ground.

I couldn't hear the bullets roaring,
But I felt the rain pouring.
Lightning crashed overhead,
As it illuminated my deathbed.

My commander was motioning to a man,
He was formulating a plan.
He suddenly ran over to me,
While the other man shot at the oak tree.

There was firing from places besides the tree,
However this time it wasn't directed at me.
And like a firm wall,
My commander stood tall and stopped my fall.

And right before I closed my eyes,
I saw his gruesome demise.
He was shot in the back of the head,
And there he fell down dead.

His body fell on top of me,
Shielding me from the fire from the oak tree.
Then when I had awoken,
I found that someone had already spoken.

They had already said his last rights,
This was the end to all of his fights.
I went to the coffin that contained his corpse,
And told him of all my remorse.

And after they buried him under the sod,
I told him that He is my God,
He is my Savior,
He is my Commander.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Ameeee

    O wow what a poem idk lol

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