The Longest Night

A soldiers wait.

I stand there in the darkness, armament in hand.

The cold chill of metal, from the vehicle I lean against.

The gently blowing sands, dancing in the wind.

All is silent but the fire of arms in the distance, and the ever growing tension between comrades.

A chill runs down my spine as the sound of a bomb bursting echoes.

I close my eyes a moment, recalling the last time I saw my family, relishing the sound of my wife's voice, even if just a faded memory now.

The sounds of battle gently creep closer, growing louder.

"The fronts moving..." I hear over the com.

"Orders were to wait." A voice replied.

And as orders were, I stood there, waiting, heart racing.

This was my longest night.

Reviews

[Mockingbird]

these are times when we ponder our lives when we think we're on the brink of death. you've been told to wait while fighting and bombing are all around you. there's nothing to do but think of our families. this poem was very suspenseful throughout. excellent job.

[Moka457]

It's short, but the story caught my sight. Excellent job.

[Brandon S. Whitten]

Indeed, intense. You had me captivated, wanting to read more.

[The Batman]

Short, simple, but yet full of intensity. I believe length does not matter as long as you keep the reader entertained, and that is something you have proven here. Great job, and keep up the good work.

[A Soap Mess Stories]

What a beautiful tribute....

[C.A.Jordon]

you captured the feeling perfectly.