Death Grip

May 10, 2010
Shipped straight for Saddam,
briefed before battle.
We took our sniping positions,
fighting for freedom, or
so we were told.

The target was in sight
with steady hands I took aim
pink mist began to rain.
Behind me congratulations and hoorays.
Everyone was ecstatic.

Except the little man still holding his dead dad’s hand.

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