Faye Sizemore

IN RETIREMENT… THE MEDIC

Wisps of flames are still glimpsed in his eyes…
leftovers from fires that blazed a time long ago…
and sadness… such sadness these eyes do show
A long ago time not yet forgotten… and never to be…
screams of pain and voices calling out… desperately…
“Medic… Oh my God… Medic… hurry… hurry…”
He had hurried as fast as he could…
a braver man had never stood…
but now the memories are so very tough…
because sometimes fast… was not fast enough…