weary soldier

He fights in the battlefield ,his armor weighing heavy on his weary body .His heart feels the victory that his eyes can't see.Why, looking at the carnage that surrounds him,the maimed ,the wounded and the dead .His nostrils filled with the smell of blood. The stench of death is not as disarming as the foul smell of fear. He is brave ,he must fight on . They are coming from every angle but he well trained .He shows no mercy as he knows he would be shown none from them . His enemies fall by his sword ,his shield blocks the angry strikes against him .His fellow soldiers fight beside him .Some are as stealthy as he but some fall to the enemy.It saddens his heart to glimpse his brothers in arms fall but he doesn't let that stop his fight.This is not the time for sadness,this is the time to fight.When all the battle is over they can mourn and celebrate.Still he fights . The victory will soon be theirs,it is in the grasp. The enemy is no match for the preparation this soldier and his brothers in arms have. The enemy flees back to the hills back to the hollows .They may try to launch another attack at some point but today the soldier releshes in victory . He looks toward the heavens and gives thanks to his God .Now is the time to mend the wounded and bury the dead. He and his fellow soldiers have fought well ,and have their honor intact .They will live to fight another day.Every man will taste of death ,eventually but the spirit of the soldier in the service of the Lord will be victorious even in death .