I would like to shear something to day for people that are seen as unsung heros the combat medics and nurses of the world I lost a friend not long ago she is a combat medic so this is not just for her but the others like her. She had no blades no shields no lies only hands that stitch and tears that dry in fires wake were angles fear to tread she menda the broken she counts the dead steel and saline blood and grace holding lives in wars embrace no songs are sung when wars are done but she saved the world one by one the closes eyes removes the tags write their names in crimson rages no time to grief more live remain she runs again through steel and flames so that other may live