A wounded warrior is still a warrior!!
...wait
a wounded warrior is still a warrior??
...or
are these few words only meant to
calm the smell of oncoming death?
Among so many wounded, can one trick death
into choosing, into letting one live ??
Slowly he rose to his feet, thoughts linging.
Torn, battered, hollow.
Twilight was near.
Time was running.
He wished for something else...
an easy escape...perhaps...
but in the darkness
he could see he was surrounded.
Weapons broken.
Integrity forsaken.
All to let go
Yet...
So much to reconquer!
"Battle of a lifetime"
...some would say...
There would be losses,
there would be pain,
much anger,
dispair.
Destiny?
maybe,
maybe not,
way out? - NONE!
Stand your ground!
You may loose all,
just don't loose yourself!
...he felt a reassuring touch
on his shoulder.
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