Falklands 82



His knee ached.
While his temples throbbed.
The left leg, asleep long ago.
The warmth that slowly spread,
the overpowering sense of relief.
As his bladder finally emptied.

He shivered, his throat ached for moisture.
The cold was creeping back into his bones.
That momentary respite,
replaced by wet trousers.
though the pain in his shoulder; was gone.
Perhaps it was the morphine, perhaps he was dying.
The smoke covered his face as the gorse burned on.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The wounded from battles in the Falklands in 1982, waited a cosiderable time before they could be reached to administer first aid.
We only had shell dressings and morphine.
It is due to the tenacity of the individuals that they survived.

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