Tomorrow Comes


The adrenaline crashes

The turbines and whirling rotors

Become a numbing white noise

A drone so different than

The staccato of bullet and bomb


The iron angels have returned

Blades thumping the heavy air

Like the mighty beasts they are

Swooping from heaven to pluck us

From the hell they dropped us in


You exhale the fear

As the skids leave the ground

With eyes stung by the dust

You count heads again

Praying the number is not new


Even as the pain begins

To rack the wounds pushed too far

You suddenly feel safe

Relative to the death and destruction

Which filled your world moments ago


You are hungry, tired, dirty and scared

You are happy, proud, and thankful

You become lost in a stare out the window

Realizing the chances of seeing tomorrow

Just went up a thousand fold


And the hundred-degree heat

Cannot stave off the cold you feel

As everything drains off you

Every fear, every foe, every fight

Oozes from the wounds unseen


And there, in the arms of the angels

Your mind drifts, your eyes close

Need drives you to peaceful sleep

Not a word is spoken among us

Now that we know tomorrow comes


13 Responses to “Tomorrow Comes”
  1. beth says:

    I cannot imagine how intense that is to be pulled out and into the sky

  2. kristianw84 says:

    You keep pulling on my heartstrings. This also moved me to tears. I can only imagine the feelings, but I could see the Marines releasing a breath of relief as they realize they and their brothers-in-arms will live to see another day. This is one of those poems that makes me wish I could reach through the screen and hug you. Not that a hug would really do anything, but I want to anyway! Thank you for your service.

  3. Perfectly captured, exquisite detail described with precision and art. I remember, in the foggy vaults of my memory, days like those…

  4. Amazing how poetry can flow from those moments.

  5. Carl says:


    Oh my God!!!!!!

    Thank you lord!!!!

    They are the only word!!!!

  6. petespringerauthor says:

    Though I never served in the military, I feel like I’m right there.

    “You count heads again
    Praying the number is not new.” That must be the worst feeling.

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