He is more than just a hero

Walking tall...
his shadow stretching for miles
standing alone...
his gun in his calloused hands
his body assaulted...
he is more than just a hero

unsharable knowledge...
so many words he wishes to speak
dirty face...
hiding so much of his pain
trembling hands...
yet never misses a target
blistered feet...
he is more that just a hero

weary eyes...
looking through so many horrific scenes
scarred heart...
for all the women and children slain
empty stomach...
no time to stop and eat he has a task to complete
exhausted limbs...
so much to achieve before he can leave
battered soul...
he is more than just a hero

mystified mind...
family and friends left alone to worry
chosen few...
still fight this unruly war
snipers up...
those words will forever ring in his ears
grimy tears...
he is more than just a hero

tempting wounds...
leaving unfinished business is not an option
magnified sorrows...
for those who were left behind
unforgiving past...
he is more than just a hero....
he is an angel.