On Desert Sand

The First of a two part storytelling poem this is in honor of all those heroes who have served

On Desert Sand...
She walks leaning heavily
On the wooden cane.
She's come a long way
Since she came back from
Broken and Bloodied.
She'd never be put back together again.

She remembered those first few days
Conscious in a blur
Remembered running to the aid
Of a terrified boy
A soldier not ready to die.
She had saved his life
But nearly lost hers
She saw legs with size eight combat boots
A few feet from her and knew
Instantly what had happened.

She didn't drift out until they
Had stabilized her
She remembered being loaded into the air ambulance
Quietly praying she'd survive
Then she drifted off to a place she was free of pain.

She woke up to strange sounds
And a familiar face
Her baby sister Courtney who was terrified of planes
Had flown to be with her.