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acouple of events in the war |
i wastiold it was my my dutya patriotic chorso i kisedthe kids goodbye ad wenton off to wari lay in the shadows bythe field where a dozen men were killedthey said thathey were not here but i knowthathey are near by the silense in my ear because the jungles never dead un less thereissomething there it is a gamw of cat and mouse withouthe comfortof s house a hutof wit and skill whrhere ne will make a kiill and the other one will diei lay hidden in the shadows staying very still tryto deprive the other of hs kill i needto move wherthe rain doesnt get me any wetter they say on any given day somebody else is better as i glass the bambooi spothem down on one kne trying to get a shot at me the rifle report isharp and loud then i waito see te fait pink cloud thatthat says the bullet found its mark as regain composure from thrifles barki play it over and over in my head as relish the fact im nothe one whos deadhe got hishot im sure but i gues he missed luck it seemsthat onn that day my favor she kissedi was barely seventeenhe was the first enemy i had clearly seen i had seen them in the shadows vanish in the brush always on a run in a heated rush but i had never seen on in the nakedlight of day except for dodging door to door in the fight fo hue it stopped rainig lng enough for me to see and there he was ten feet in front of me dressedin black he looked nineteen and strong it took a momenti recognizthathe was cong when rsise his rifle i hit him wit abloc to envy even pros slammed his back into a tree so hard it broke his nose he scrambled for his pistol me i grabbed my knife in just second i had took his life it was not a thing of happiness nor was it one of glee it seems that wasr thats hoe it hato be but i couldnt keep from thinking of the mother that would cry because my will to lves so strong thather son had to die it was just another momenthat i hadto survve if i was going to make it home alivethe war was full of such things that just had to be and i dont mean for only me and barely a marine he wasthe first enemy that id cl |