The Lone Soldier

The lone soldier tread lightly
as the enemy lie in wait
Taken alive was not a choice
and Survival against Fate.

He clutched his rifle in position
with a prayer on his lips
His eye caught movement
around the trigger tightened his grip.

Suddenly something whizzed past him
 on the earth fell a drop of his blood
A deafening sound and the impact
a large hole in the soft mud!

The shrapnel lodged in his arm
and still he maintained his resistance
a gun battle ensued as the bullets
missed him by a distance!

The enemy was larger in number,
as blood thirsty as they were
To protect his motherland
courage he began to muster!

And then when he ran out of ammunition,
with a knife in his hand
He crept and sneaked to the enemy
making his final stand.

But victory would never be his
as the enemy surrounded him
At a time when his body gave up
and his condition grim.

He died a martyr,
he fought till his dying breath
He fought for his motherland
and became one with her in death!