I've always wondered what I look like in the eyes of the enemy.
Hoping maybe I look different and not like a monster.
They might hesitate.
Which would give me the advantage I need.
This is no place for hesitation.
It's all or nothing.
I crawl through the dense bush.
Teammates at my side.
Ready for attack.
Sneaking up on an enemy camp.
Ready for the raid.
I position my gun.
Ready for battle.
I hear the first shout.
Ready, for action.
Walking to possible death is hard.
It's what must be done.
No turning back.
I spot a target.
Ready for death.
Fire a shot.
A deadly shot.
One that can never be taken back.
But all for good.
I hope.