It was a dark, cold night about 12'oclock when I heard that first shot
It was loud and clear as others chimed in.
The cries of death, the falling of men.
I closed my eyes yet it did not work,
Only brought back the pain of war and untold hurt.
A man fell; I ran to his side.
He mumbled some last words, then looked up at me and died.
I ran a bloodstained fist to my knee.
The anger of war, the point I could not see.
I had failed as his Medic and his life was now smothered.
But how could one man take charge of another?
"Maybe there is hope." I said, looking up toward the sun.
The war had just started.
The battle only begun.
 

    -To honor our "Doc"(Conlin Carter) who tended the casualties of Combat!