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Sniper

Picked off, one by one, mothers, sons, uncles, Aunts, some when fell, **** their pants/the muscles See, they start to dance. Proud? It was a war/kill them or they’d kill First; hand grenade or AK Aimed at me And now I wonder if some mother’s son Saw me today, what he’d Say? In an AK-47 way

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Curtis Moorman

Date: 8/20/2018 11:11:00 AM

Lewis, as a Vietnam Vet, I am familiar with being a sniper. It was a necessary part of war for some but I felt it somewhat unfair to lid concealed and take a man's life without his being aware he was about to die. Shooting back at someone who was shooting at me was a different story altogether. Today, AK-47s are too easily obtainable by people who wantonly kill while robbing the nearest liquor store, etc. That makes a big difference. I do, however, like your poem. P.S.,I was not a sniper.

Debbie Duncan

Date: 7/25/2015 4:43:00 PM

Very awesome write. WoW, I've been watching the series Hell On Wheels: building the railroad. I also watched Sniper, lone Survivor and others, It's always been Kill or be killed. Glad you liked my Loyalty :)

Judy Konos

Date: 7/2/2015 12:07:00 PM

In war....are we the bad guys or the good guys?