Auburn Haired Beauty

Crouching down, I'm foxhole bound, crawling forward I seen it, its around. I ducked my head, while covering one eye, as soon as the enemies flare lit up the night sky. Machine gun bullets quickly sprayed my above, tracer rounds intertwining, making lead love. The flare fizzled out, tracers rounds did cease, enemy listening for anything, the slightest peep. Continue my crawl, edge forward and slow, I know the foxhole's close, I know for sure. Reaching out, my moving hand will see, what lies ahead, up in front of me. I feel a slight slope, loose dirt is there, my thoughts were right, the foxhole was near. I slithered in, not making a sound, crept to the bottom, no mud, solid ground. I lay alone with fear, must gain my composure, checking my gear, staying low avoiding exposure. With two frag grenades, and one smoke too, four thirty round clips, that should do. Satisfied with all, the death makers I have, my mind walked away, down a memory path. I see my love, her face such a glow, long red hair, tied tight with pink bow. She pulls the lace string, her hair falls away, nodding it gently, auburn waves magically sway. No time to think, my missions ahead, after my attack they all should be dead. With a breath from far deep and within, I palm a grenade while pulling the pin. Lifting myself up, and clearing the hole, I expose my body for the grenade ill throw. Raising two fingers, spoon "clangs" sounding neat, I know where to toss, its about twenty feet. The frags away, I quickly duck down, no looking ahead, just listen to sound. A loud cracking thud, I then heard them scream, it lasted forever, time stopped it did seem. With no second thought, as instinct would be, I threw the last frag, either they die or me. Hitting the target, my aim was quite good, screaming subsided, as I knew that it would. I returned to the bottom, on back I did lie, thanking my Lord that he kept me alive. Ill stay in this hole til the sun starts to peek, popping off the smoke canister right before my retreat. White blue smoke, chokes the area im in, I crawl out the back, as quickly I can. Keeping head low, no time to feel fear, I made my way back, from which I appeared. With my return, heartfelt faces and high fives, pats on the back, and thank Gods your alive. Celebration is over, no more needs to be said, gather your ammo, gear, and weapons, mission next is ahead. My mind quickly wanders, the path strolled before, auburn haired beauty, her freedom, its that I kill for.