Bright yellow desert,
spanning as far s the eye can see.
The sun, rising overhead,
heat waves dancing across the sand
Silhouettes of a team of soldiers
Carrying a wounded brother across the hellish heat.
The soldier,
a poor man,
a bullet in his leg.
bleeding out across the desert.
The scent of gunpowder,
still clinging to their ragged fatigues.
Ringing in their ears,
the sounds of battle, and cries of men.
Heavy breathing, the men exhausted in the beating sun.
The team rests.
Laying for quite sometime.
They would drink, had they any water.
Dry lungs, draws in more dust than air.
The men cough,
forcing out the horrid, scorching dust.
Across the horizon,
miles away,
an encampment lies.
The occupants eagerly await.
Waiting, waiting for the return of their fellow soldier
A Lieutenant, standing on a milk crate,
peering out across the desert.
Sending out flares,
in hopes the lost team will see.
Suddenly, a lout burst, and another, and another.
Signaling the group still alive.
Soldiers cheering, yelling for the friends.
The lieutenant pointing off into the distance
signaling a humvee to collect the men.
The lost teams salvation,
creeping across the desert.
The lost team, stumbling across the desert after the flare,
like that of the three wise men.
A cloud of dust.
The slight hum of an engine.
The team's savior tops the hill
The mens minds full with thoughts.
Thoughts of life, of home, and of family.
Don't judge I know it's bad.
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