Fear of Dying

There he stood,
scared, all alone.
His troop was down,
he was hiding.

What could he
do? Stop the
bloody fighting?
It was madness.

His first time,
carrying a
gun, watching
comrades fall.

His friends?
Dead.
His commander?
Dead.

Everyone,
risking their
life, running
in with no fear.

It was his turn.