The boy soldier was taking a seat peacefully below that tree.

As my mom moved towards it, she could see him making a gesture to me.

The fight had been protracted and tough and lasted through the night

And kept a tally of statistics on the ground lay still by morning's light

"I doubt if you'd assist me, sir", he grinned as finest as he could.

"A drop of water on this morn would definitely make me good.

We brawled all day and all night with barely any rest

A drop of water for I have a minute soreness in my chest."

As I gazed at him, I could distinguish the big soil on his shirt

All reddish-brown from his lukewarm blood assorted in with Asian dirt.

"Not a great deal", said he. "I reckon myself luckier than the rest.

They have all varnished while I just have a minute soreness in my chest."

"Ought to be tiredness", he halfheartedly grinned. "I must be getting old.

 I notice the sun is excelling bright yet I'm experiencing cold.

We went up the valley, two hundred strong, but as we cleared the apex,

The hours of darkness blew up and I felt this minute soreness in my chest."

"I glanced around to get some help - the only fixations I found

Were gigantic, unfathomable craters in the earth - corpses on the ground

I kept on sacking at them, sir. I made an effort to do my best

But as a final point I took a seat down with this minute soreness in my chest."

"I'm thankful, sir", he alleged, as I gave my canteen

And beamed a beam that was, I believe, the brightest that I've ever seen.

"Seems ridiculous that a man my size so jam-packed with vitality and zest,

Could get himself overpowered by a minute soreness in his chest."

"What would my companion be imagining of her guy so muscular and grown

If she could glance me taking a seat here, too feeble to stand alone?

 Could my mother have thought, as she apprehended me to her breast

That I'd be taking a seat HERE one day with this soreness in my chest?"

"Can it be contracting dark so quickly?" He flinched up at the sun.

"It's nurturing dim and I considered that the day of the week had just begun.

 I believe, before I journey on, I'll get a modest rest..........

And, silently, the boy passed away from that minute soreness in his chest.

I don't remember what took place then. I imagine I ought to have cried;

I put my armrests just about him and I dragged him to my side

And, as I apprehended him to me, I could sense our injuries were compressed

 The big one in my heart, in opposition to the minute one in his chest