Guerrilla

The fight is not going well
Our master chief just fell
And we are not that far behind

We are being overrun
No more ammunition for our guns
Double-zeroes in the clips–we are out of time

Your leg is broken
I drag you away and then
Explosives barely miss our position

I get us to a cramped space
The enemy is all over the place
We cannot complete the mission

As one of the first
We have survived the worst
And now it is time for us to fall

Your face plate is still on
So you wave me to go on
I take your grenades and start to crawl

Then I turn around
You hold up your gun like it still has a round
And loudly curse the enemy

Sadly I crawl away
Though I wanted to stay
You take any would-be attention off of me

They converge on you
Their concentrated aim inhumanly true
My friend now you have left me all alone

I prime the grenades
Proximity timers they could not evade
For you and our fallen they would atone

But that was not the end
I need to make amends
Remaining invaders still on the way

Scavenged a dead bug’s rifle
Their plans I will stifle
My new mission is to make them pay