Twenty Four Hours

Twenty four hours and his day has just begun. A smile in his eyes whilst getting ready for ‘fun’. One hour and he’s deep in the field. Living on instinct and training with concentration so real. One minute and he’s in the fight of all fights. Rounds flying past him, adrenalin pumping through his mind. One second and do you think that he could know? A flash of light out of the corner as I squeeze my trigger… This life lets him go.