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.