from deep within
He lay there in silence, concealed for the moment
No movement now for about an hour and he had
consumed five cigarettes handily.
Geez he thought, enough already, give me a break.
Give me a patrol or something. The three or so men
he had shot earlier had finally stopped making noises.
“What is that?” he thought as light changed through
the leaves in front of his face. Leaning forward into the
reeds slightly he was soon almost nose to nose with the
big cat. He knew he was dead already, but he slowly
pulled out the revolver. The Bengal seemed to sense
the defiant nature of the young soldier. He was only
on the prowl having just feasted on a water buffalo.
Looking for a place to rest he was in no mood for
confrontation, so he moved on. The young man
mused on it for a while. Happy in the fact that he was
not harmed, yet visibly disturbed by “why not”.
on the shifting wind
a higher power
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