A poem for our soldiers

A place so cold and desolate,
not even the wind blows to comfort the silence.
Instantly the land seems to have come ablaze,
running to a haven through blood soaked dirt is the only way to go.
Passing fellow soldiers wounded and helpless,
but no time to stop.
Finally an oasis of safety,
but comfort has not yet come. Fore now you're scared with the memory of leaving another behind.