I pull the charging handle and a round chambers.
I see you running, and the world around me stops.
I feel the sweat on my eyebrow, and I am ready.
I see you with iron sights, and I feel your fear and anger.
I ponder what you've done to me, and I ignore my thoughts.
I think of the round finding you, and its hard to imagine.
I try not to freeze, and fear engulfs me.
I worry of the side effects, and if you will haunt my dreams.
I stop all thought, and I prepare to pull the triger.
I feel my heart freeze, and my breathing slows.
I see you stop, and I know you see it coming.
I wait till my natural pause, and my muscles relax.
I pull the trigger, and it surprises me.
I see the shell eject, and I trace the round.
I see your eyes widen, and you say something.
I witness the round strike you, and you are no more.
I know you are dead, and my first kill is unforgiving.
I am an American Soldier, and I follow orders.
Turner