Joshua Wiggen1, â€˜17
I stared at Death across the no manâ€™s land He seemed at home in the grey, pocketed wasteland. Once or twice, he too looked at me, But he did not fear me, for Fear was beside him Feeding ammunition into their shared tool of destruction. Their black cloaks fluttered behind them As the air combusted in front of the muzzle of their machine gun Mowing down anyone who dared rush across the mud and wire to challenge them. I should be among the dead and dying I too should have rushed across and challenged the oppressors. But I was frozen in place. As if the bloodied mud had seeped into my boots And had solidified around my feet. Then Courage appeared beside me as he began to rally the troops, Back straight and head held high As he beamed words of commitment And duty to king and country. The few of us left began to share his rally Growing in confidence and shedding our fears I was among them as Courage gave the order to fix bayonets. I climbed the ladder half-way Crouched Waited for the whistle. And as I crouched in anticipation I felt a hand on my back and turned to face my comrade. Hope stood behind me, Fire in his eyes and a smirk on his bloodied face. I too now had a fire in my eyes and in my heart, I was ready. The whistle sounded and We went up and over. I sprinted across the mud and wire with my brothers as we all yelled in unison. Fearless.
1. In approximately one year Joshua Wiggen will be an Army Ranger
Jesuit High School Literary Arts Journal Spring 2017 | Volume 1 | No.1