A sniper dwells

A sniper dwells 

Thrown in a chopper’s back for a ride,

with my spotter sitting by my side.

Contemplating this trip, we’d take,

until the missions over, we’d stay awake.

Heading out to watch and snipe,

the enemy out, we would wipe.

As we flew towards our drops zone,

quietly reflecting on our own.

Counting the ammo on our side,

nervously taking that chopper ride.

Once the signal was waved to our eyes,

we understood now we might die.

To the rope we clipped ourselves in,

rappelled one by one, the mission begins.

Reaching the ground, we remained still,

watched the chopper crest the hill.

Silently we waited and hours passed,

in the darkness we moved fast.

Took up our desired position,

there to complete a snipers mission.

I laid covered so nobody could see,

aimed at the first one in front of me.

With one pressured trigger click,

putting out someone’s life wick.

Watched him drop to the side,

in a second shot, the man died.

Watching more run to his aid,

for this view their lives they trade.

One by one they fall to his side,

from this position in which I hide.

My targets laying dead in my sight,

there until darkness covered the night.

Waiting silently, I watched their fear,

they knew I was somewhere near.

Shooting in all directions with hope,

watching them all through my scope.

That day straining and wanting to live,

the mental damage this job gives.

Looking back, I relive each shot,

believing I am laying in that spot.

Aiming at a fictitious enemies head,

throwing a grenade, a loaf of bread.

These reflections take my minds control,

take hostage of my despaired soul.

Lock me in a reflections view,

confusing what is and isn’t true.

The damage the military gave to me,

some day of it I will be free.

Not dwell on the memories pain,

till then, often reliving it all again.