The jungle smelled of smoke and blood The battle raged no more - A soldier lay face up in the mud his chest was ripped and tore.

I raised his head into my arms and tried to comfort him - War has so many deadly charms that touch you deep within.My eyes met his and I could see The sadness in his eyes - I knew the words he'd say to me in muffled, begging sighs.I shared this moment - times before a moment like no other - I knew what he'd be asking for, they always ask for "Mother.""I want my mom, they'd softly say I want to go back home - I need to go home right away not die here, all alone."I stroked his hair, then he was gone no farewells or goodbyes This memory, with me, lives on I gently closed his eyes.I shared this moment - times before a moment like no other - With quiet breaths, just asking for a chance to see their Mother.Marvin Reed Jr.1st Air Cavalry