FALLEN

It's been what? Six years? Yeah! It's been more than six years when 1st Lt. Roger Flores was killed in action on a mission in Patikul, Sulu. He's the fiance of my sister and from what I can remember, they're supposed to get married last October 2014. We're not really that close but he'd been nice and "kuya-like" to me when he's alive. I remember he used to help me in my school finances and books before when I was in college and oh! he really loved my sister. That explains why sis had been so head over heels to him. And I pray that soon, she'll have someone as equally smart and kind as kuya Roger in the future.

But more than that, I'm just sad that kuya wasn't able to hug his equally smart and awesome son-Archer. So for this blog, I just want to honor his heroism and memories. Here's a poem I wrote March 3, 2015.

Yes sir!!! Yes sir!!! The commander is out.

Yes sir!!! Yes sir!!!

His comrades are down.

Long before they’re heroes, they are plain, simple men.

Out with their families, out with their friends,

out with their loved ones, lurking in their dens.

Doing chores in their house, because their wives are busy carrying their babies.

Doing some usual get-together, holding a glass full of ice,

enjoying the fizz of the newly poured wine.

Just like the usual, like ours.

They have their dreams, their goals in life.

Visions of tomorrow like stars in the sky.

Yet they have been called for a duty.

A call well sounded.

It has echoed in their soul

a part of which becomes their goal.

To serve and to protect

To shoot and not to retreat

There lies the life of a young honorable man.

With his lovely fiancé bearing a child.

He is out to command a troop.

He is out in the battle to strategize.

Their troops in the woods heard noises in the field.

Guns clacking, heavy breathing,

there they snuggle in bushes

and with their surprise there is nothing.

From the back there they saw their camp beaten by fire.

The golden marshes of flames turn their poles into ebony dark coals.

Alongside with it are ear wrecking explosions and gun shots.

“My attorney, My love, we are being engaged”

A message stamped with a sad emoticon , gives a stun from the receiver of it.

Then there, the young honorable commander, that in five month time will be a father,

in exchange of that message, a heart stunning message received a bullet of a mortar from behind,

detaching his arms making him down.

At that moment his dreams have turned into ashes.