Soldiers in the dark,
Barely visible in the brush,
Walking without talking,
Only light their hooded
Red flashlights to protect
Night vision, stepping,
Through the brush
Waving on vehicles
With the slitted lights
Barely enough to see
The soldiers in the dark,
Their hooded red glow,
Something alien from
An some other world,
Another way of life,
A chill as the engine
Is shut off, the slitted
Lights die, red lights
Fade away, leaving
The silence of the woods,
The creak of cooling metal,
Dying whispers of sounds,
Of soldiers in the dark.
Donovan Baldwin