We were pinned down by the gun fire
In that scorching desert heat,
Outnumbered by the enemy
Yet we swore we'd not retreat,
We were cut off from our unit
But we held that line alone,
Until a sniper's bullet
Felled my friend just like a stone.
I held him in my arms
As he lay dying in the sand,
I cradled him against my chest
And held his bloody hand,
His frightened stare shall haunt me
Till I join him in the grave,
I tried my best to help him
Yet his life I could not save.
He breathed his last then closed his eyes
And as he slipped away,
I knew I'd lost my greatest friend
Upon that wretched day,
He'd fought with me until the last
With honour and with pride,
Both comrades on the battlefield
And brothers side by side.
Andrew this is what I've waiting for from you my friend...the different side to Mr Blakemore.....and I'm so glad that I have....this is by far...one of the most creative insights into the battle field I have read on this site....and many others for that matter...you have captured the scene perfectly in your own unique way.....very well composed thought-out and delivered......I take my hat of to you for writing this piece my friend..............10+++
Andrew, this is such a touching emotional poem and it simply flows as it tells of the horror of war. Excellent work! 10 Karin Anderson
A poignant piece Andy that depicts the horror of war, written so well by you, 10 Lynda xx
Andrew, you have written quite beautifully of words of friendship in the time of war. The tragedy of loss, the waste of talent lets hope one day we can solve our differences with going to war. Bob 10+
This is beautiful Andrew. A fine poem about love and loss in the hideousness of war. You tell your story with skill and graceful phrasing. In Australia, we place a high value on something we call 'mate-ship'. This fine poem is a wonderful example of that term. Superb penning. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
The more I read, the more I like. This is written in a way of story, but is poetic and powerful. You have placement of the gift of rhyme too. Your poetry is written in an interesting way. I will be reading more. DC
The images are haunting and the flow exquisite. One to keep. kind regards Ann
The last line finished the poem off beautifully. So moving and somehow stark in its contents. Very well thought out and presented. Liked this one a lot. A remembrance type poem for certain. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is war! Nicely depicted a moving scene of the life of soldiers!