Saved by the grenade

 They led me up the hill. 
we were slipping on dry broken braken.
And slithers of splintered machetes.
Somewhere up ahead they will put me to death.

Continue their guerilla war.
Under the cover of this jungle.
The youths make jokes.
And check their magazines.

We make it to the ridgeline and duck.
The distant sound of helicopters.
I arrange my mind to meet my end.
I see their anger their anticipation of my last breath.

For I took many of them in the dark.
Strangling and cutting them.
Being the predator they feared.
But now I'm caught and they'll kill me.

A grenade explodes a few meters ahead.
The noise shatters my eardrums.
But the I throw myself down the hill.
I am alive but i feel dead.

Minutes later some soldiers prop me up and cut my ropes.
"Lieutenant, we have several of them alive."
"Take them back to camp for questioning."
They arm me and send a drone to confirm I survived.

Now I will hunt down each of their groups.
My loyal shadow unit hate daylight.
Our enemy may never sleep.
For our forays begin after nightfall.