the call of battle
roaring all around
screams of the wounded
crying out for help
healing hands reaching out to fix the broken
yet with no end in sight
the job is neverending
risking life and limb to overcome the obstacles placed in the way
bullets flying scoring hits allowing no room for breath
the cross bleeding red
flashing through the war zone
explosions lashing out
catching many off guard
hands as red as the cross we bear
watching all we fight for
dying upon our hands
drenching our hearts in sadness
yet hope blooms in our presence the souls of the wounded
finding peace under our watch
this is the medic side
healers one and all
blossoming in destruction