He stumbled through the high grass
It stung as it slapped his face
His mission was to find Joseph
No one else cared about Joseph
And so he would save him
It would be no one but himself

Then there was a leg
One he did not notice
Until he had fallen and
Landed right on top of Joseph
For a moment, he felt joy
But such a fleeting moment it was

Joseph was only another casualty
Nothing but a mound of flesh
His gut was blown out
No one had covered Joseph
When he needed it
No one had known Joseph needed it

But now, he did not allow sorrow
There was no place for it here
On this brutal battlefield
Death was too often out here
Some his friend, some his enemy
Some tears, some rewards

Death had made its impression
Imprinting itself in his brain
Settling into the depths of his soul
Scratching, burning away at him
Yet it did not **** him
He would live to die another day