Here is the second poem I wrote for the Marine Corps birthday. The Silent Sniper GySgt Bruce Newcomer A sniper crawls along a forest floor A match grade barrel to do his chore Blending with the woodland scene He leaves no trace of where hes been A single task occupies his mind To the outside world he is blind One single task, one single goal Only his mission occupies his soul He moves into the open grass The enemy patrol makes a searching pass although they look, they can not see the man moving out from a distant tree One hour, two , three then four He only moves a few feet more Zero hour is getting near He knows his target will soon appear A single man he has been sent to kill and on his hands this mans blood will spill The moment is now, the targets in site Taking up the first pressure the shot feels right One ounce more on the trigger sear The bullet races away like a high speed spear It races throw the air with a thunderous crack Theres a fountain of blood as it exits the mans back The silence is deafening theirs not a single sound as the shooter removes the case of the single spent round His task now done he fades back in to the wood His only trace is a body wear a man once stood.
Posted on: Sun, 10 Nov 2013 03:14:47 +0000
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