A Soldier's Scars
Deep and dark, each having a story behind,
Mention of which flashes a story in mind,
In the form of scratches or bullet marks they are,
Interesting and precious are a soldier's scars.
That mark on the cheek below the left eye,
You ask a soldier, its origin to clarify,
And with a smile, he goes back to memory lane,
Telling about the enemy bullet that missed its aim,
as it scratched along his cheek with a flash,
Blinding him for a moment with the blood splash.
What about this long scar across the face,
And hear him relive the terrifying war days,
"Oh this was an enemy who came too close,
and struck with a sword across the nose,
He was a fine gentleman who fought well,
But too bad that I had to ring his knell".
I heard you have bullet marks on your chest too,
With a laugh, he will show them to you,
"This one was not destined for me though,
but I jumped infront of a man to save him from blow,
He was so shocked later I almost had a laugh,
but I was so hurt, my eye lids opened half."
He will go on and on, about his days and nights,
adventures with coursemates, and the fights,
Some of the training days, and of the camps too,
Near-death experiences, of people old and new.
If you want to hear more, take out some time,
I will tell you a few, sipping tea, coffee or wine.