Sniper

My life is hard, from start to end.

First basic, and Buds, then all the brotherly love.

Weeks turn months, and months to years, for the skills I hone, are made to kill.

Orders are given, a mission to achieve, one man enters so one less will breathe.

Endless drills, and equipment prep.

All this work, for one attempt.

I settle in my FFP, to patiently wait, and let him, come, to me.

My time is spent drawing a map, Recording info to relay back.

The target is here it's time to act, slow is smooth, smooth is fast.

Dope is dialed, 15.8 minutes, a 1/2 mill left.

Breathing paused and heart rate slowed, the shot breaks clean and unopposed.

Time of flight is 1.5, I see the strike, it's un denied.

One heart stops among surprise.

Now hunter is hunted, with no mercy shown.

My exfil blocked, I cannot go.

The enemies close, but they cannot find, I bunker in place, tell opportune time.

Once pasted bye, I move with tact.

My actions counter, the final act.