By the Campfire
She sits by the campfire on a mountain top
Cradling her armalite in her arms.
The fire is dying out, except for the flickering embers.
Her comrades are all sound asleep.
She gazes at the city down below.
The flickering lights beckon her as she remembers
The child she cradled long ago in her arms
Wondering if he is peacefully asleep.
How much longer? She asks.
How much longer?