Medivac landing, rotors turning with an omninous roar

Medics open the sliding door, boots on the ground

Blood dripping down his face, holding his buddy’s hand

Kneeling down next to his stretcher in the Iraqi sand

Wounded soldiers loaded on board

Medivac doors slams shut the door, and lifts to the air

Medics immediately begin emergency care

Blood stained uniforms cut away, blood sweep done

Fluids hanging, holding his buddy’s hand , he won’t let go



Blood drenched face, he takes a deep breath

No more fighting my friend, we cheated death

Back against the helicopter wall he closes his eyes

Thinking that this was the day he may not have survived

We go home together or not at all

You hear your buddy say from the stretcher, it was my call



We’re okay my friend, we won the fight

You are going to sleep in a warm bed tonight

He takes a deep breath and his hands begin to shake

I’m still here he says to himself, I’m still here

When you are able will sit down and have a beer.