SNIPER’S STORY
He sat in silence in a swampland foreign to him. With snakes swimmin’ beside him…he just sat. Camouflage covered his coal black skin; the Bastareds of 27 got called in to give cover fire for a sniper. Still, he sat in silence waitin’ for that first shot. This soldier is not a new kid on the block, for this was his fifth mission in a month. This fifth week made him weak. Minutes felt like hours but he still had the power to withstand the wait. His military mentality manipulated his mind and body. Sittin’ in the homeland of rice patties, he tried to push aside the thought that he was now a daddy. A daddy creates lives while a father provides for those lives. Deep down inside he knew he wanted to be a father but to do so, he had to stay alive. To survive he claimed no friends in his company; to him those men were just company. I too wouldn’t recommend makin’ friends with men whose lives could end any moment. The moment of truth had come to past, at last he heard the blast from a Springfield 03. That’s when the enemy started lookin’ in the trees to see where the shot came from. With the sun beatin’ the back of his neck and sweat drippin’ from his chin, he was ready to begin. He forced his focus on the field in front of him. The fight was in his foreground and in his background, his life away from the fight…his friends, his family; his future. The Japs. started shootin’ back, that’s when his company countered the Japs. counter-attack. The Bastards of 27 blasted anything with a weapon…mission complete. With the battle won he lowered his gun, but his body grew sore; he knew he had more to do. He knew they’ve won the battle but they had a war to look forward to.
Copyright 2009 - PERSONAS OF A PROJECT POET - THE DIARY OF A BLACK MAN
Orders@Xlibris.com
No comments:
Post a Comment