This is a poem written by Ethan, a 14-year-old who wrote this poem to commemorate his uncle when he told Ethan a story of his best friend passing away in his arms.
Losing A Friend During War
Running through the battlefield, bracing for the bang.
Cannons fire near me, metal swords go clang.
Everyone I know and love could flash before my eyes.
Yet I wash out all those scary thoughts and hope that no one dies.
The ringing in my head has overcome my ears.
I watch my best friend kill someone, holding back the tears.
Think about the wives and kids that don’t know if we’re fine,
sitting through the churching hours, eating bread and wine.
Hoping one day they’ll see their dad, running to embrace.
His tired arms wrapped around them, with a smile on his face.
Screaming and horror fills the sweat on my skin,
as I watch my best friend tumble, amongst all of the sin.
I carry him back as I watch him slowly die,
hoping someone hears me scream my battle cry.