Hunting
HUNTING
Stripped to the basics,
side arm and knife,
two ready grenades,
dog tags removed,
mud for camouflage.
Wait until dark
then crawl and slide
across contested ground.
Loose formation of three
together, but apart,
slowly slipping along.
Pausing for noise,
watching for movement,
sniffing for his smell,
carefully working the ground.
This for a hidden man;
going for his hidden rifle
and possible comrades.
All a dangerous game,
children's hide and seek,
but with deadly intent;
at this personal level
a scuffling brutal struggle
ending with a vicious tag.
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