I squat to pick the up the heavy machine gun.
The gun weighs me down as I run toward the dug out.
I grab my small spade and dig into the clay between the trees.
I deepen the dug out by a full foot before I hear a zippo flick open.
A colleague lights his cigarette from behind a nearby oak root.
Just sticking out enough to get a bullet in him.
If I pointed that out it would be the fifth tiome today.
So he'd play fate, but I would only ever play it safe.
Two of ours pull an injured man out of the ravine.
Dragging him passed us the injured man heaves in pain.
The crack of rifle fire gets closer and closer.
I click the belt into place and imagine the killing to come.
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