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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 area should the target try to run. I cannot let my guard down, as it’s too dangerous to blink. But I can’t get so focused that I forgot to think. I’m under grassy cover, with my face painted green and black. Behind the breaking of a twig, I trust my skills and don’t look back. A guard dog passes by me. My scent by pepper masked. I had no choice to be here. I wasn’t even asked. Left to my own devices, I probably would choose to run. But something keeps me pinned there. Could it be my future son? Without warning the target exits, the shelter to never return. I hold my breath and stiffen, as 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 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 it’s never safe to stay! [comments] => 1 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 57 [informant] => robert_edgar_burns [notes] => [ihome] => 1 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => war )
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