I can hear them, The faint whispers of the primitive nation...........Those fucking pigs!
My golden sights - dialed and ready for blood shed.
Distance 1000 yards..............
Infiltration into thy skull is immanent.
Thy bullet..........Denmark issued high accuracy 7.62MM Nato.........

My mind focused.
My scenes sharpend.
My eyes trained.
My body tensed.
My heart in complete distress.
My "trigger" finger anxiously awaits my brains signal to fire.

The enemy dressed in traditional robes like any 3rd world country is accustomed to.
Awaiting its death, Unknowingly..........
I proclaim to God on this day, Turn a blind eye for me.
For my country.
For my people.
For my sins.
Worry not I ask........For I am the prophet of the desert.

I solemnly swear to you, The savior of all.
I promise to exterminate all in one clean swift of my high powered rifle.
Guide me into darkness and show me no light.
For I am the light to all darkness.
I have the power to take life at will.......I am the one - The one and only.

BANG....My bullet in a fury of hot gasses and noise escapes the muzzle at 2500 feet per second.
As it travels the Thousand odd yards spiraling uncontrollably twisting and turning,
My mind losses control.
What have I done?
What have I become?
What are we doing here?..............."We are fighting a war"
We are the last resort to this fucking God awful world.

Seconds pass in reality, yet subconsioly I think of it as minutes.
From this distance, I hear ..........no yells no screams no torture no pain no fear.
Simply quiet death.
No exception to my bullet that just ripped through the skill of thy enemy!
Infiltration into thy skull is immanent.
For I am a scout sniper, and this is my rifle.......there are many like it but this one is mine!

Forget what you herd of being morally right.
What I do here and now is what is morally right.
For I am no immortal, "Better them then me".............Yet I feel this pain and inevitable sorrow and guilt.
I just exterminated a unknowing primative human being.
Thy rifle by their side, far from prone position.
Now laying in the sand, Their body hovering over a infinite number of grains.
The grains that are drenched in thy coagulated blood. The blood of death. The blood of mortality!

The battle is over the war is won.
The men of the regiment close their eyes and bow their heads.
They listen to the sounds........The sounds of nothing.
They gentle breeze of desert wind mixed with warm sensation of the yellow bright sun.
The light grains of sand gently being blown up and around.
As if those grains of sand are the hopeless souls of the dead.
I have made it - I am alive - I am free.
I am the one ...............I am the one and only.

The war may be over, but my inner fight with God has just begun.
Like many of my fellow soldiers. The war is only the beginning.
Life from here on out, Is what you make of it.
When a fellow brother or sister in arms falls, Turn only to the ones you trust and hold close to your heart.
Exclude God form this equation, For he is immortal and he can not govern over your mortal soul.
He is our savior but only after death..............
Treat every aching mortal moment on this earth as if it was your last.