I met a soldier,
He was dripping with sweat,
Covered in mud,
Holding a rifle in his blistered fingers,
Ripped clothes and dented helmet,
Lucky charm hung round his neck.
No words were spoken,
We stood and stared,
His rifle rose and pointed at me.
This man was no friend,
I held my breath awaiting my end,
The thunder of a gunshot rang in my head.
I felt no pain,
Still standing high,
I looked where the enemy once stood,
There on the floor was the soldier I met.
My comrade saved me,
A deed I'll never forget.
