Patience is a virtue, crouching in the field.
Staring down iron sights, left eye is sealed.
Patiently waiting, still crouching in the grass.
Up pops a head, A target at last!
my breathing stops, my heartrate is light
anticipating the allies,crossing my sight.
he runs up to the mortar, he won't come straight in.
I watch from the barbwire hiding my grin.
Then down he runs, thinking its clear.
I squeeze the trigger, my round thumps his ear.
The bunker now red, his body slides away.
I've done my job, I keep them at bay.
It's always overcast, allies in the sand.
It's the endless battle of charlie, a.k.a strand.
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35,but a kid at heart