~ Conversation with the Reaper ~

 

Conversation with the Reaper

The run was done, the rig was clean
The paperwork now the load
We fought it hard, but lost again
Almost always with a code

I closed the door and crossed the bay
The rigs all in a line
I had a need to be alone
A time for me and mine

The sky was black, the air was cold
Enough to see your breath
I felt him there, a presence dark
The Reaper, Prince of Death

Though I could not see him
I knew that he was near
How dare he enter this, our place
We serve and save life here

A voice cold and stony
Cleaved the silence like a knife
Sit down beside me warrior
We need to talk of life

In a voice strained but steady
I said unto my foe
You and I, we battle
You have our leave to go

Yes medic, you always fight me
But in the end, I win
There are times that you remember
You almost called me, friend

Yes, he was right as I recalled
Some screamed or fought for breath
I worked them hard, but lost the most
And gave them up to Death

Yes, the Reaper and I were travelers
On a long and sordid trail
He played his part and so did I
As we watched the life force fail

The speaker cracked, the doors came up
The bays were filled with light
Across the ramp I ran toward strobes
Of flashing red and white

As I ran, he called to me
A whisper clear and quiet
Remember medic, I always win
You may lose again tonight

I answered back as we rolled out
Alert and belted tight
Come on along if you think you must
But be prepared to fight


 
     
 
     
 
     
 

 

 




"The soldier above all others prays for peace, for it is the soldier who must suffer and bear the deepest wounds and scars of war."
Douglas MacArthur



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