A man, thought to be left behind,
Sitting on a rock, gun ready.
Starting to lose control,
Feeling like there is no hope.
Three come at him, he shoots to kill.
He knows that his ammo is low.
What is he going to do when he runs out?
He decides that if no one comes,
The last bullet will be for himself.
He would rather die at the end of his own gun
Then at the end of theirs.
It has been over six hours now.
He is really scared.
He starts to think of his family.
His beautiful wife,
Her green sparkling eyes,
The smoothness of her hair,
The way it felt when they kissed.
He had to make it,
No matter what, he just had to.
Then he reaches in his pocket,
He pulls out the picture of his daughter.
It still amazes him,
The beauty that one small child can hold.
She is seven now, her birthday is next week.
He still has to get her a gift.
Now he wishes that he had already done that, just in case.
He makes a silent promise to her,
That if he makes it, she will always come first,
No more last minutes.
A man rushes toward his hiding spot,
He is barefoot and wearing torn clothes,
But the thing that catches his eye,
Is the gun raised in his hand.
The man is screaming things that aren't understandable.
He aims his gun and shoots,
The guy hits the dirt no more than ten feet in front of him.
Only two bullets left.
He starts to pray.
He prays for his family,
He prays for himself,
He prays for all the soliders that have fallen on this mission,
He prays for all the ones still fighting for whats right,
He prays that they come back for him.
Two bullets left.
One for the enemy and one for himself.
He hears a rumbling in the distance,
It sounds like a vechicle, but he is not sure yet.
He rests his head on his hands and begins to pray again.
Hoping against all hopes that it is them,
Coming back for him.
Then he hears voices nearby.
He smiles as he raises his head.
The smile vanishes the instant he realizes that it is not them,
It is the enemy.
There are about fifteen of them, at least.
Two bullets left.
They are getting closer.
He says a silent goodbye to his wonderful wife and beautiful daughter.
He raises his gun and shoots the one closest to him,
He then points the gun at himself,
He puts his finger on the trigger,
He starts to squeeze.
Then the men in front of him start falling down,
Someone is shooting them.
He glances upward to thank god,
He sees his commanding officer on top of the building.
He looks down at his brave soldier,
And he says no man left behind.
By: Nicole Elliott
