Lynn C. Price
Combat Medic BadgeThe hardest words I’ll ever write
Are often composed in the darkness of night.
Alone with my thoughts, to God I will pray,
Help me dear Lord to find the right words to say.
“Dear Precious Parents, these words are so tough;
Will I say too little or barely enough?
I know you’ve been told your son has gone home;
I want you to know that he wasn’t alone.
The battle was fierce and thanks to your son,
This war isn’t over, but the battle was won.
Echoes of “Medic” as silence descended,
Dressings applied and wounds were tended.
Radios crackled as the choppers touched down,
I saw your son lying, not making a sound.
Kneeling beside him, I looked in his eyes,
“Tell me the truth Doc; don’t paint it with lies.”
What could I say to such a brave man?
“Son, it looks bad; I’ll do all that I can.
Just sit here beside me, let them tend to the rest,
Let my men know that I gave it my best.
Sarge has a letter I’d like you to post;
He said we must write one to send to our folks.
I know you write, too, I’m sorry to add,
To your burden of talking to my Mom and my Dad.”
Your son closed his eyes and asked for a prayer,
“Dear God, send your Angels to help him get there.”
Sounds all around me and yet I could feel,
Soft Angel Wings on that scarred battlefield.
Along with his things, I’m sending your son’s letter,
In some ways I hope you’ll understand better.
Your son was a Hero like so many of our men;
Fought for our freedom, his death’s not the end.
I pray for guidance as I write these last lines,
“Dear God, help these parents find comfort with time.
Give them the strength to face another day.”
More letters to write, “Dear God, show the way.”
©Copyright January 2004 by Lynn C. Price