My Helmet Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

My helmet

Was a first-year cadet,
We drilled in action.

Were briefed of ground,
Obstacles, and attacks.

Enemy had come and
Plan was resistance
Till arrived our support.

I became team's scout,
Had to run in secret,
Check, report the front.

Left and right, I zigzagged
To some hill in distance.

Threw me to one side,
It was hard as if rock.

Felt the pain in my chest
And flew my helmet…

Looking back at that year
I smile at myself…

Laugh at me like joker
That cared, was devoted.