Theres a soldier beneath a tree. I could see him calling me. The battle was long, hard lasted through the night bodies lying on the ground still by morning's light. Can you help me; he smiled as best he could. Sip of water would sure do me good. We fought all day and fought all night without any rest - A sip of water please have a small pain in my chest I could see the large stain on his shirt reddish-brown blood mixed with dirt. I count myself luckier than the rest. Everyones gone I just have a small pain in my chest.
Must be fatigue I must be getting older. The sun is shining yet its feels a bit cold. We climbed the hill, two hundred strong, but as we cleared the crest, the night exploded and I felt this small pain in my chest." I yelled for help and looked around the only things I found Were - bodies on the ground. Bodies on the ground. I kept on firing at them; I tried to do my best, but finally sat down with this small pain in my chest." "I'm grateful I had my canteen it was the brightest thing Id ever seen.
Its getting dark look at the sun. "It's growing dim I thought the day had just begun. Before I travel on, I think Ill get some rest.......... And, quietly, the soldier died from that small pain in his chest.
I was at a loss for words. I think I must have cried; embraced that soldier pulled him to my side And, as I held that soldier to me, his wounds I could feel were pressed big one in my heart against the small one in his chest.