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[aid] => mick
[title] => THE MARKSMAN
[time] => 2011-11-19 17:46:39
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[bodytext] => I peek around the corner, then quickly back away. For me now to be spotted would ruin both night and day. It started many hours ago, well before the rising sun. I blend into the foilage should the target try to run. I cannot let my guard down, it's too dangerous to blink. But I can't get so focused that I forget to think. I'm under grassy cover, my face painted green and black. I hear the breaking of a twig, somewhere behind my back. A guard dog passes by me. My scent by napalm masked. I had no choice to be here. I wasn't even asked. Left to my own devices, I know I’d choose to run. But pride keeps me pinned there, I’m doing it for my son! The target exits the shelter, I know he’ll never return. I hold my breath and stiffen, every muscle starts to burn. My sight line unobstructed. I could take out either eye. But I lay a bead straight for his throat so no one hears a cry. The darkness is my special friend as I jump to my feet and run. The minutes seem like hours while I wait for the rising sun. The rotors in the distance are a symphony of sound. One will give me cover, as the other one touches ground. As I jump into that chopper, a pain now grips my leg. The teeth of that German Shepherd, left the scars I bear today. Tomorrow I will wake up, in a place that's far away. For in the type of work I'm in, orders change most every day! [comments] => 1 [counter] => 90 [topic] => 28 [informant] => robert_edgar_burns [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Patriotic )
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