The Unkown Hero

Though the flesh wounding bullet had been shot ,

the soldier still carried on.

With each step he took his blood would spill,

making the roses weep with pain.

He went to help a fallen comrade,

with a wound more fatal than his.

He knew the chances of the soldiers survival,

were fine to nil.

Yet he threw him over his hollowed shoulder,

covering his blood stained wound.

He ran for a mile to the allied outpost,

searching for reinforcements and aid.

Laying down the soldier and bandaging himself up,

straight back to war he went.

He lifted a rifle to level his eye and pulled the trigger,

causing the bullets to fly.

He became a hero to the comrade he saved,

and even to the lieutenant that didn’t know his name.

He reloaded his rifle for the final stand,

against the enemy that was finally found.

He had perfect aim as every shot hit,

up until his time finally came.

The enemy fired rapidly,

forcing him to fall.

Gasping his final breath,

he bid farewell to all.

He was the unknown hero to all that was there,

as not one single person knew him at all.