The Helmet - Honor Never Repaid

A shot ripped through the air,
Blood mingled with the blowing dirt,
It lodged within his shoulder
Leaving the young soldier badly hurt.
 
The force of the bullet
Pushed him to the dust.
He lay there so stunned,
But did what he must.
 
He got up to his knees,
That he might help his fellow men.
Staggered a couple feet,
Yet stumbled once again.
 
He fell back to the ground
And looked across from him.
He saw his helmet laying there,
A gouge marked the rim.
 
He groaned in pain and knew
That he was going to die,
But knew its for a good cause,
Then breathed his last sigh.
 
Once again another soldier
Had died to keep us free.
A true American Patriot.
Who fought for our country.
 
And we give thanks today
For the sacrifices made.
For all Americans know
Honor never can be repaid.

~ Autumn Bentham ~

[ by: Autumn Bentham, Copyright © 2007 (bgbentham@yahoo.com) -- submitted by: Autumn Bentham ]