Sitting here in this foxhole
I look out and wish I never
My friends beside me look at me, we are ready
Running out of our cover we charge the line

The buzz of bullets come out way and I see many fall…..
I once was alone, sneaking behind the lines
Never being the true person I am
Eventually I met up with a squad that helped me on my way
They convinced me to join with them.

Now as I lay here on the field I regret
The rain falls on my face, diluted with tears
I wait for death that had welcomed many here
A black rose for me
And a note for my family

I close my eyes and wait to die hoping it will be quick
As the battle quietly dies down I decide to open my eyes again
Looking around I see my friends that have come back for me
And a medic form another squad that is tending to me

I have seen her around.  But never talked to her much
She keeps to herself and is on the other end of the battle
She picks me up and carry’s me out
Of this hell I have landed in

Private N.A. "Fallen Angel" Fedorowich
Rifleman, 1st Platoon, 2nd Squad
Able Company, 5th Ranger Btn.
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