Fight in Iraq

Crack of the round
An evil sound
Blinding light
In the dead of night

Sting of the round
Fall to the ground
Press on to fight
In the dead of night

A painful moan
Turn to stone
Waiting for light
In the dead of night

His life he gave
For others to save
Follows the light
In the dead of night

On Christmas Eve 2003 I was in Iraq protecting citizens when several insurgents came up the Tigris river and started firing at myself and several civilians I was protecting. The sound of rounds hitting around me and the flash of the tracers is a sight I'll never forget. I ran towards the insurgents and was shot in the hand and bullets pierced my jacket. I continued chasing them back to the river and they retreated. Not everyone was as lucky as me. We lost several military personnel and civilians who whree there to help free the Iraqi people. I would go back again in a heart beat. The thanks I received from the Iraqi people is something that can't be described.