{"sf1_id":173964,"sf2_id":"B1Qp9zEn","title":"The Unknown Soldier","author":"Innuendo","words":564,"posted_at":"2010-08-31T05:03:00.000Z","tags":["Death","Poetry","Soldier","War","survival"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/173964-the-unknown-soldier","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/B1Qp9zEn","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=173964\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"\u0026nbsp;This is just an attempt at poetry I thought i'd share. It was\u0026nbsp;influenced by stories\u0026nbsp;from retired soldiers I know.\u0026nbsp;It's nothing much, but I was happy with the way it turned out. All feedback is welcomed, but please make all criticism consturctive in nature. Thank you.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPrologue:\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; With empty brass lining the way, a lone soldier wanders the fields wounded physically and emotionally.\u0026nbsp;A bare field, the stage of each army's conquest, is silent with reflection on the battle. It's vast\u0026nbsp;landscape\u0026nbsp;has become like\u0026nbsp;the center of hell, fires raging and\u0026nbsp;coated\u0026nbsp;with blood.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Killing is a new\u0026nbsp;art to the soldier, one which\u0026nbsp;proved to be\u0026nbsp;the greatest obstacle to conquer in this field. Presumably the last of his men,\u0026nbsp;he stubbles on to a destination unknown through a path\u0026nbsp;of bodies riddled with hot lead. These\u0026nbsp;corpses lying now hollow, and void of life\u0026nbsp;he\u0026nbsp;once called brothers, but now\u0026nbsp;they are nothing more than\u0026nbsp;silhouettes, reminders of why he is here.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;With his wounds draining the life from his own body, he\u0026nbsp;battles his\u0026nbsp;will to survive. He hears a voice of strength talking from within, but it only brings an encouraging message. Death, confident it won't be denied,\u0026nbsp;manifests itself in the form of an enemy soldier.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;The Unknown Soldier\n\n**For now the only one left is a burdened man  \nleft to die in his fields.**\n\n_He will survive, surely he can!_\n\n**Said the voice, hope being all he wields**\n\n**Though not far off, a man approached  \nOnly death was on his mind.  \nBlade in hand, spotted the soldier.  \nAn enemy of his kind.**\n\n\" What now o' soldier so lost?  \nDoes your heart beat for fame?  \nFor one more blow yields the truth, your fate shall be the same. \"\n\n**One thrust of the blade and blood was shed  \nthe soldier now more than half dead.**\n\n_Strive for more and deliver  \nmind not, it's only a sliver_\n\n\" What's this he pulls from his waist?  \nA gun, oh the coward's taste. \"\n\n_Soldier, fire now and leave no more  \nbut beware your newly burning core!_\n\n\" Ready to fight?  \nReady to try?  \nWhy now...Why wont you just die?  \nThese fields hold nothing for your sake  \nthough the images still make your mind shake. \"\n\n_Forget them all for your sanity's sake..._\n\n\" I stab and slice yet your blood still flows...  \nhow so from a man with so many woes?  \nGive up now surrender at last  \nremember the hell of times past! \"\n\n_Yet only strength do you show now,  \nfor your still here some how._\n\n\" Enough of your games weak one,  \nit's time to see the light! \"\n\n_Foolish mortal, how long will you fail to see his might?_\n\n\" Pull the trigger and set me free  \nif you have the courage or will for it to be. \"\n\n_Send him death since so eagerly he will wait.  \nNow is the time o' soldier, do not hesitate..._\n\n**With nothing more than a single shot,  \nleft but a body, soon to rot.**\n\n**The soldier regained himself,  \nfor only a minute it would seem.  \nBefore breaking down and wondering if this was but a dream.**\n\n**However, reality would soon set, his time was now.  \nHe would make it through this all, some how.**\n\n_One more body, well done my friend.  \nKeep in mind, here death is yours to send.  \nCry no longer, prepare for more  \nFor now ready you are, this is war._    \n\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n"}