Haunted

Haunted

A Story by Hitman
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Haunted of a man

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Haunted:

I am haunted

My past haunts me

I revisit my past in my dreams

My dreams haunt me

I am haunted

I see them in my dreams.

I hear their cries

I see them fall

I am haunted

The faces are still there

Their imagine still clear

Their life so full

I am haunted

I did what I had to do

I did what needed to be done

I gave it my all

I am haunted

I did my job

I did my best

I survived

I am Haunted

I fear the day

I fear the night

I fear my sleep

I am haunted

I live in the shadows

I live in solitude

I live in fear

I am haunted

I am haunted by guilt

I am haunted by shame

I am haunted by fear

I am haunted

The faces of the dead

The lives that I took

The memories still haunt me

I am haunted

I took their lives

I shattered their families

I took someone’s loved one

I am haunted

When I close my eyes I see their faces

When I hear a pop, is see them drop

When I smell smoke I relive those days

I am haunted

 

My second deployment to Iraq I was a sniper working in the streets of Bagdad.  I still see the faces of the people I shot.  I know that I was sent to do a job overseas, and I did it well.  I saved the lives of countless men and women.  I must have shot more than three dozen people in a short twelve month deployment.  Some were planting road side bombs; some of them were trying to ambush other Americans.  

There is a picture of a sniper floating around the internet with the caption “When asked what a sniper felt when shooting terrorist “recoil””.  That is true I felt a lot of recoil.  Now that the war is over I can honestly say I still feel the recoil, see the faces, and smell the smells.  I relive my years as a sniper every night in my dreams.  Now when I asked what I felt being a sniper, I reply “guilt”. 

I think that being able to see the expression on the person face as you shoot is worse than just putting rounds down range at a group of targets.  I will forever be haunted by the faces of the people I shot. 

 

           The Hitman 0069                              Portland Or

© 2012 Hitman


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Very powerful writing. I'm glad you're able to what you experienced and are going through now in words. I can feel the pain of your words. My pain comes from a different source than yours but pain is pain. Being haunted as you are brings on a terrible struggle. I hope you win.

Your very talented with words and your ability to write and tell a story.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Hitman

11 Years Ago

Thank you. I appreciate the complement
Tina Kline

11 Years Ago

You're welcome.
That was good. it reflects perfectly the side of you that wishes to be very good and peaceful, and the other that 'has to do the job'.
I suggest you let go. What's done is done, and these people are in better places right now. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago



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