A Bullet Traveling Silently Through The Air

The next assignment I was given was a very easy mission.

My first mission proved that I was good at killing the enemy.

I did what I was told and my job was very expertly done.

The Sergeant Major appreciated my natural killing ability.

From the captain, I received a top-secret mission folder.

He instructs me not read it until I boarded the gray plane.

Later that day, I picked up my rifle and placed my gear over my shoulder.

Again, I am off to kill the enemy by putting a bullet in his brain.

Skillfully, my camouflaged body jumped out the giant metal gray plane.

Quickly, my silhouette floated out in the dark night sky.

I glide silently in the air and safely land on the jungle floor.

In spite of the danger, the U. S. Army Ranger always will survive.

I took my time making sure to camouflage myself from head to toe.

Carefully, I recheck the picture of the marked enemy inside the folder.

Deep into the dangerous unknown jungle, I voluntarily go.

I travel alone with a 30-06 sniper rifle slung over my shoulder.

The enemy camp was only a short five-click hike away.

The large house stood out in the middle of the wheat field.

The night sky had just started brighten into the beginning of day.

I must retreat and wait until the returning nightfall to make my kill.

Later after the night returned, I climbed high up in a magnolia tree.

Patiently less than a mile away, I waited as the moonlight started shine.

Through the night scope, inside the whole house I could completely see.

From my perch in the tree, my target was not very hard to find.

Carefully, I scoped in on the marked enemy sitting in a chair in the hall.

A very pretty woman was gently brushing the wavy brown locks of his hair.

She bends to get another comb; suddenly, his brain splattered against the wall.

Another enemy killed by a bullet traveling silently through the air.

At last, another mission ends and has successfully been done.

The dead marked enemy now slumped slowly in his chair.

Again, I am a man that must quickly but quietly run.

The U. S. Army Ranger must run like hell away from there.

(Copyright 2007)