My sacrifice is not what's questioned.
Forgot me, but I learned a lesson.
Your sacrifice will not be in vain,
Rest assured, sincerity not feigned.
You proposed, "no one gets left behind."
But now I'm left here-left out of mind
Soldier, you'll go down as a hero,
In light of dark times; your Ground Zero.
I understand this to be my end?
To supreme loyalty, what happened?
Soldier, you have our prayers, sympathies
Find bliss in sardonic symphonies.
What happened to, "help is on the way?"
What have I done for you to forsake?
Soldier, I'm sorry. We're not able.
Just hang in there and read your Bible.
Sir, I have a family back home
Two kids, a wife--I can't die alone.
Son, Base has said we don't had the tools
This can't be helped; we're not being cruel.
Crow to Base: why have you gone silent?
God, I'm just hiding here and dying.
Don't worry, Crow. Help is on the way--
You will live to see another day.
Thanks, Base. I'll keep pressure on the wound,
And I hope that I will see you soon.
Roger that, Crow. We'll send a chopper,
And then return the favor proper.
Crow to Base: requesting Med-Evac!
I have taken bullets to the back!
This is the story of forgotten soldiers. Remember the fallen, always. Dead or alive, the military does their best to bring them back home, but occasionally the unlucky soul slips through the cracks...
This narrative is told backwards, for added dramatic effect. It's meant to be read in such a manner to incite the question as to *why* *someone* is dying, and *who's* responsible