I had a man in my sights and I pulled the trigger. I knew he would fall, But I didn't think he would get back up And run like a wounded deer. We followed the blood trail And found only an abandonded pack. The Lieutenant took the cash, The men divided the food, Intelligence was sent the love letters and I got the credit for a probable kill. Intelligence reported the letters were from a woman in the Southern Provinces. Which meant she was arrested, beaten raped, locked in a tiger cage, Forced to eat her own excrement And beaten again. If she confessed, she was executed, If she refused to confess, she was executed, It was a funny war, I shot a man, I killed a woman. |
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| Jon Forrest Glade |