Everyday Hero

Another day outside the wire 
Another day on the job 
Another day of impending danger 
Just another typical day... 

His gate easy and unburdoned 
despite the heat and weight 

Projectiles everywhere 
Thirsty for blood 
And whispering death to all whom they meet 

Suddenly his easy gait turns to a run 
of it's own accord 
Driving him onward 
Into the cloud of pain 

He soon finds himself 
The cloud in which the rain has gathered 
And he precipitates unto the sand 

Yet he does not slow for the weather... 

His breathing becomes ragged 
Hands quivering 
And an utterance of assurance escapes his lips 

One less will walk through that guard tower today 
But rest easy 
He chose to walk this path 
And his family will recieve a token 
A polished peice of silver 
on a pretty peice of fabric 

The mark of what was an everyday hero