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Death Grip
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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