A Soldier's Dilemma
What you aim at,
Sir,
is not an
empty can
perched atop a
snowy fence post,
nor is it a
shadowy deer
gliding through
your autumn forest.
Rather,
your hand steady,
your eye focused,
your finger gentle
on the trigger,
you plot
to end the life of a
brother human being,
lest he
end yours.
. . . j
from the Wonderments and Such collection
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