ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

I know it's free verse, but still a tribute to those special blokes known as Snipers.


Sniper

He views a figure through his scope,
crouching is a fellow human being,
silhouetted
with a green tinge from night vision.

Wonders for a second
if his brave enemy has loved ones
waiting
for his safe return
like himself, as his tour,
nears its end.

So much death,
kill or be killed.

Slowly
he squeezes the trigger
of his silent death machine.

David J Delaney
12/07/2010 ©

works for me David - you would think that thought would cross the mind - but perhaps in the heat of battle there is no time for it, and then again it would be too much for our psyches to handle wouldn't it???

Thank you Maureen, my Uncle's mate was a sniper & he once said they have plenty of time to think about those things but, must force the thoughts from their minds, not easy he said.