Bang, bang he shot them downA Poem by HuwThe cross hairs were still in view when he closed his eyes and dozed seemingly printed inside his eye lids The T shot had been sought and achieved many times the slow ones were the first to go dead before they hit the ground the fast ones ran into an eight foot lead at six hundred meters the result was the same instant death from severe physical, nerve destroying, trauma and another one bites the dust as the man said.
(USMC sniper who took out 32 insurgents in Fallujah). © 2015 Huw
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Added on October 19, 2015 Last Updated on October 19, 2015 AuthorHuwAmmanford, Wales, United KingdomAboutI've been commenting on someone's drawings for a couple of months and she asked if I was a published poet. It made me laugh because I'd left school at 13 years old and never completed formal education.. more..Writing
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