Terry Ireland Poet Rhyme

Waiting

Sitting in the darkness
Trying to find
Anything missed
Running it through the mind

Twenty five rounds
In a loaded magazine
All lying snugly waiting
Wiped and shining clean
Rifling oiled and checked
Pulled through with two by four
Working parts assembled
All in order once more
Gas plug checked
Firing pin in line
Pull action checked
All working just fine
Safety catch engaged
A round up the spout
Tension in the air
Squad moves out

Sitting in the darkness
Keeping self control
Always the waiting
The start of each patrol

Thanks to Lash for explaining what the real thing was like on active service, Bosnia.
I only experienced this on training exercises.

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