Never Forget.

I wrote this poem a few years ago, for a more modern day conflict. But I think it is still apt to the memory of all the fallen soldiers of conflict. Of course there was no mobile phones in WWI or WWII, but wanting to survive and go home is inbuilt in all of us and particularly for those involved in wars and conflicts.

Don't let me die.

I Scream in fear as I feel the pain

Please do not let my life be in vain.

I know I am hit, but cannot look.

What part of my body has the bullet took.

Distant explosions of the enemy I hear.

I know death is something I will never fear.

I let out a cry, for my buddies to hear

Please someone come I am laying here.

Echoes loud as my voice carries in the night.

I must look such a frightful sight.

Blood is seeping, I can feel it run.

I am scared to think what the bullet has done.

My chest hurts I know it is bad.

But yet I have no will to get mad

I lay here alone my body is racked in pain.

I know now my life will never be the same.

Vulnerable all alone where is everyone

Will I see another day of sun?

Scared will I be left here to die alone.

This is when I wish I had my mobile phone

Helpless I lay here, with a mortal wound.

I can only think my life is doomed.

Waiting for the moment of death.

Is my time coming for my last breath?

I am too young to die, hear my plea.

Can someone please come and find me

I let out one last feeble howl

In case my mates are on the prowl.

Someone come I do not want to die.

I want to be able to look upon the sky.

Footsteps are coming in this direction.

Shout's of hey you, said with affection.

Patched up, morphine given for pain relief.

My thoughts of death now seem oh so brief

I guess my prayers were heard today.

Thank you god for allowing me to stay.

My thoughts turn to those who will never see the sun.

For them their duty has been done.

God bless all those who died today.

In our memories you will always stay.

By Jo Lodge.