by M. H. E. Priest
NOTE: For this story, I have made the following assumptions:
Third day, waiting.
Waiting in the muck he had partially created.
Writing some sort of fiction to his kid brother, parents, grandparents, in his head, about the war and his special part in it.
Expert marksman going after--no, saving--downed USAF pilots.
Sneaking behind enemy lines in a war that had none.
Waiting for the mobile SAM team.
Hearing them now, moving through the razorgrass toward him--death.
Waiting for his ticket out of Vietnam, to the Academy.
Squeezing off three shots, giving three people third eyes.
Seventeen and a sniper.
Better to tell them he was a spook.
The End
© 2004
For a follow-up story, please read "1982"
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Story completed 18 October 2004