Kamerad* He did not crawl into that field To show courage or pride He crawled into that field Despite his urge to hide He cursed every yard he crawled Each breath, a labored sound He cursed yet still he crawled And would not turn around Ahead his friend wounded lay Screaming for his mother Ahead his friend wounded lay While closer crawled his brother He would not leave his friend to die Alone in such a place He would not leave his friend to die With mud his last embrace So he crawled and cursed and crawled While rounds rent the air So he crawled and cursed and craw
Kamerad*
He did not crawl into that field
To show courage or pride
He crawled into that field
Despite his urge to hide
He cursed every yard he crawled
Each breath, a labored sound
He cursed yet still he crawled
And would not turn around
Ahead his friend wounded lay
Screaming for his mother
Ahead his friend wounded lay
While closer crawled his brother
He would not leave his friend to die
Alone in such a place
He would not leave his friend to die
With mud his last embrace
So he crawled and cursed and crawled
While rounds rent the air
So he crawled and cursed and crawled
And finally he was there
Now, blood has a sticky feel
And a heavy, copper smell
But the blood of a comrade
Has its own peculiar hell
And now a flare is arching high
Explosives tear the air
And Death strolls this battlefield
In hopes to find both there
The groans of the wounded man
Would break an angels' heart
But wounds and Death were powerless
To tear these men apart
Robert D. Gould
Former Green Beret, 10th Special Forces
*Dedicated to all whom have served and their family and friends
- Your Words