I LAY SWEATING DRIPPING FROM SUMMER HEAT YET I WAIT & WATCH THEM WHILE THEY EAT. THE WAIT IS OVER, THEIR MEAL IS DONE. I WATCH THEIR MOVEMENT, THE WIND, THE SUN. SLOW STEADY PRESSURE, I AIM, I SQUEZE, PAUSE FOR A MOMENT, A PASSING BREEZE. MY CROSSHAIRS STEADY, MY TRIGGER COLD, I FEEL THE RECOIL AND WATCH HIM FOLD. THEY BEGIN TO SCREAM & OPEN FIRE, BODIES TWIST IN RAZOR WIRE, THE MISSIONS ACCOMPLISHED, I GRAB MY GEAR, I'LL CLEAN MY RIFLE IN THE REAR.