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 Writing.Com Item ID: #1101476
 Title:  May 2 -- Rifle
 Item Type: Static Item
 Brief:  War is hell
 Last Modified: 05-03-2006 @ 3:48am
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Early hours -- the sun sneaks up over the horizon, the unsilent night comes to an end,
alert eyes spy infiltration along a dusty road below. A soldier takes aim. Who is there?
No faces seen, could have been friend or fiend, but darkness and shadows tend
to compromise the differences. Without light it's hard to see their size, whether dark or fair.
Every uniform caked in dust will look the same and, hale or lame, the horror
of the game of war weighs heavily upon the shoulders of a man, at home or on a foreign soil,
and weigh him down, and a tear upon the cheek can cause a stagger, no less or more
than a tear in the thigh. The soldier sighs, dutifully holds his position, despite unending turmoil.