Battle Field
The troopers with assault rifles reloaded the weapon: Magnum.
Now John shoots with bullets the quickly running target.
The firefight produced him a stream of cartridges. So great I follow the path.
To his life a wet red is become; he thinks of death.
Rounds he thinks and bright flashes, and a helicopter flies in the night.
A loyal marine runs through the roaring fights –
Red the door closes shut, he sprints:
How did he fight there?