Gone

A simple man once stood beside me

We would march side by side

As orders flew overhead.

This simple man, far from home, stood beside me

As rifle fire hit our dead.

We secured much ground, many streets,

This man and I

With others following close behind.

One day this man was careless

And walked alone, 

Never again would we march side by side.

Sandboxes are rough to trek through

When one is harmed and alone.

I remember this simple man

Who stood beside me

Even though he is long

Gone.