The Lady

Armed, we were ready to kill each other
Nothing personal
Just following orders
In battle numbness consumed and only one thought took over
Kill or be killed
I saw him
With my rifle raised I was about to take him out
But the bright light
With my fingers splayed across my face I looked at that light
It was lady, beautiful, haunting
She had a calmness and a motherly beauty you only read about.
Her hand reached out as if to hold us
The killing stopped that day
Many walked away from battle
At least I did
Now everyday I seek that lady