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Date Posted: 16:37:37 07/16/02 Tue
Author: |\|icolae
Subject: day in and day out

I am a stone in the rock pile.
I am one with my surroundings.
I am the hunter, and yet I am the hunted.
I am the king of my jungle.
I am a god.
I am a soldier.
This is ME, day in and day out.

My mind must be focussed and alert at all times while strategizing the next move.
My sight must be keen as an eagle targeting its grounded prey from the clouds.
My breath must be slow and steady like waves of the ocean brushing the shores.
My lips must be tightly sealed as not to portray one inkling of the fear in my soul.
My arms must be strong and immobile to hold this heavy gun fixed in position.
My right index finger must be stable, but punctual in firing on the bat of an eye.
This is MY BODY, day in and day out.

The earth is so quiet that aside from breathing, all I can hear is my beating heart.
The bones in my body do not budge; only my eyes scan the terrain, side to side.
If my attention retires for an instant too long, my target may escape his punishment.
If my trigger finger fails me at the moment of truth, I will have failed my purpose.
This is MY land, MY territory; this is MY time to prove MY worth to MY country.
This war is not man versus man, but man versus himself during the lonely periods.
This is MY SANITY, day in and day out.

I slowly scan the area, left to right, right to left.
I hear a faint rustling in the brush, ahead.
I inhale an immense breath, and exhale it gently.
I peer through my rifle scope at my long awaited prey.
I watch him drop to the ground, blood gushing from his forehead.
I blink once for gratitude, then continue left to right, right to left,
Because this is MY LIFE, day in and day out.

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