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[aid] => mick
[title] => From A Sniper's Perch
[time] => 2004-04-30 08:04:54
[hometext] => Even hardened killers longs for a repast and even assassins sometimes are only doing their duty. A predator's existance is alonely one, a sacrifice for king and country.
[bodytext] => I have seen many targets through the crosshairs of my scope assigning to them a berth on the deck of Charon's boat in the heat of dreadful summer under the sun's tireless rays deep in the midst of winter under snow and cold cold sprays whatever the environment brought I will deign to blend in as well in camouflage a hiding I sought waiting for a long long spell among hedges on mountain ledge in the shrubs of forest and dells under tarp in desert sands behind shades in buildings tall drenched by shivering rain wracked by sandstorm winds with patience I am awaiting for that one shot, one kill clean my 7.62, a rifle from Remington chambering a round of matchgrade magnum topped by a scope from Bushnell's production a ten times vision to assist my ultimatum firstly the range by laser light calculating the drop of bullet and windage routes adjusting my sights I compensated to right making sure a hit is what will come out pulling back the bolt the rifle I cocked inserting a round from my ammo pouch lining up my sights my scope I locked upon my target from my sniper's perch a grip upon stock a shoulder to rifle butt a breath I intake before round become shot its strap I wrap around my arms real taut releasing half my breath holding the rest before the jolt upon the moment my crosshairs lined up with the targets head I gently squeeze about a pound of pressure nothing to add up to release the hammer upon bolt to strike out ignited the powder in my round loaded up whose grains I measured painstakingly precise expending gasses did ram the bullet out a mass of metal that tumbles clockwise from chamber to barrel the bullet rotates from barrel to air slicing in the wake travelling in seconds its impact most accurate from air into flesh as a forcefully driven stake its entry a hole nothing more a gaping wound upon soft flesh but the exit it brings to fore is a twisted travail of rupture and mess splattering blood, brains, organic matter upon walls and any that's likely near what a rush of Godlike power to take a life upon a whim a rapture as I watch through the scope real time real life my victims squirming writhing their last gasps in agony realizing that they have had their last breath their souls arising from their bodies into death I never questioned nor gave a thought to kill from a distance gives no remorse my faith in orders my superiors brought to my nation of birth my loyalty's recourse until one there's another and the next one hence targets are nothing but missions to complete till later I became as numb as my gun with nothing to tell have a heart I once did a vessel most hollow empty in respite an elite among few but with none to delight for the road that I walk are beyond all light shrouded forever in the duties I must expedite an enigma to follow for those without cue to what I have done, what I still have to do a soldier I am, a killer of women and men but a poet at heart who weeps in the night's silent hue what dreadful things are noble principles when clashed with loyalty and baser pedantics for only in the heart does it really suffers when in mind ethics are overruled unpatriotic once targets are strategic and tactical in nature or villians too slick to be reached by courts of law now politics and favors begins to appear targets selected are more in the interest that draws but still to the cause I must stay to the flag, the nation, my commander in chief for long long ago an oath I have said upon my honor, my word and my beliefs doomed to a life in solitaire I must at least until this is no longer mine to undertake but how can I find the redemption that I seek for the lives and souls that I did terminate wishful dreams from a sniper's thoughts the soulful longings of a lonely soldier's heart the poetic rendition a philosophical search for truths and meanings to a dreadful task a lonely view from a sniper's scope the life of an assassin sanctioned by state the lonely view from a sniper's perch of a soldier's sacrifice for duty's sake. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 167 [topic] => 43 [informant] => baronhawk [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 1 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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