MAYDAY

Hundreds of our boys

drafted.  

with strength and confidence.
Thinking, “ We can do anything.”
“Soldiers can do anything.”

Armed.

With the power to save themselves
through the cold steel and ammunition.
“We’ve got protection. We have artillery!”

Hundreds of soldiers

fighting.

Falling,   those casualties,
Oh! Fall down you casualties!
Hundreds !
to hundred   ,
to tens and to fives....
and
to one.
1
and
to one.
1
To one lone soldier.

Standing.

Looking around.....
“...Sergeant? ................Lieutenant?”
Talking into the bulletproof...fail proof! radio,
"Backup! Bring Backup!”

He drops his weapon.
And  throws his unarmed hands into the air.

He
screams:

“Lone Soldiers can not fight this war.
That is what we have armies for!
No!     I can not fight this war.
THAT IS WHAT WE HAVE ARMIES FOR!”



Was that reality that just hit him? Or a bullet?