Airlifted to safety after my terrible fall
The ordeal left me bruised and with a broken arm
Thank god for hunting dogs, finding me with my harm
In a small opening, hanging onto the wall

I was preoccupied with my thoughts and sorrows
My soulful mind drifting from ideas to large plans
Of realizing dreams and prospects of my scans
That the hole was not seen, my body felt zeroes

I thought I was goner and a vanished hero
After serving country and earning my medal
Simple mindless gesture, like floating as petal

Being a survivor and clinging in limbo
Thanking my rescuers with a generous gift
Knowing of my war past, they thank me as a shift.