With their hands they touch them,
They are with them in their anguish,
in the trenches, in the battle,
carrying their own kit, the weight,
of the injured in their hands,
those blown up by Russia,
giving aid and comfort to
their brothers and sisters in arms...
They too are exhausted
by the trauma before them
by the nightmares, the burden
that they carry each day with them
knowing this war will not end
neatly, or quickly, continuing
soldiering onward, offering
the healing of human touch...
Combat medics in the vanguard
with the soldiers on the frontlines
not in a rear position, safe,
bleeding, dying for their country
standing in the gap created
by Russia’s war of genocide
touching the wounded and dying,
answering freedom’s call...
They are with them in their anguish,
in the trenches, in the battle,
carrying their own kit, the weight,
of the injured in their hands,
those blown up by Russia,
giving aid and comfort to
their brothers and sisters in arms...
by the trauma before them
by the nightmares, the burden
that they carry each day with them
knowing this war will not end
neatly, or quickly, continuing
soldiering onward, offering
the healing of human touch...
with the soldiers on the frontlines
not in a rear position, safe,
bleeding, dying for their country
standing in the gap created
by Russia’s war of genocide
touching the wounded and dying,
answering freedom’s call...
Edited July 7, 2026
human touch
Edited July 7, 2026
sisters in arms – v4
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2026/07/sisters-in-arms-v4.html
This poem was originally written after reading post by defender of Ukraine
about serving as a woman in the army,
for International Women’s Day, March 8, 2025
July 2, 2026
Разом об'єднані
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2026/07/blog-post.html
July 2, 2026
Together United
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2026/07/together-united.html
March 7, 2025
Sisters in arms
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/03/sisters-in-arms.html
