One Shot, One Kill

My legs are cramping from lying still,

Three days I’ve waited to get this kill.

I listen for the sounds mixed with the wind.

Within seconds of seeing them their life will end.

As a Sniper I’m one of the best around,

To move quickly and quietly making not a sound.

One shot, one kill, this war our creed,

To kill the enemy is our deed.

My weapon and I, we work as one,

As I lay waiting beneath a scorching sun.

I watch & listen for a warning sign.

As the sweat pours off me with the passing of time.

My scope brings the enemy so very near,

They don’t know I’m out here, they have no fear.

As the teams waits, we say not a word,

To all but one, the shot will be heard.

I take my shot, we move out quick,

To look at your kill can make you sick.

A sniper in the Rangers is how I served,

A lot of patience and a little nerve.

My skill is unique & somewhat strange,

To take out the enemy from a great range.

To kill the enemy is easy to do,

To live with yourself afterward is harder to do.

Michael D. Monfrooe