a soldier's thoughts
A good deal of war is waiting which wouldn’t be so bad if a good deal of waiting wasn’t thinking- as I pull the cigarette from my lips I can only ponder on my mother and her greyish eyes her pecan pie and fragile build I wonder what she’s doing right now at home. I let the warm smoke ascend my throat and remember the last time mother kissed me on the forehead like she always had after tucking me into bed. Allen tapped my shoulder and whispered “looks like we got a kraut at nine o’clock 200 yards, 225 maybe. just beneath that café window, third from the left. put the bastard out of his misery.” I adjusted my scope and swung it around to nine o’ clock, third window from the left. he sat, leaning against a wall and staring into the sky, smoking a cigarette oblivious to any sort of danger. there he was, the German, the enemy as I steadily pulled back on the trigger I could only consider what it could be bringing him such a pleasant smile maybe it was his mother. GBE Written November 11th, 2001 © on Nov 11 2001 02:29 PM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"A good deal of war is waiting..."