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The U. S. Army Ranger, a poetic short series
Contributed by
nabahood23
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Tuesday, 23rd October 2007 @ 05:17:23 AM in AEST
Topic:
war
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The Journey begins ( 1st Series)
Mission One: Take no prisoners
This was my first mission.
I am ready for the fight.
I am in top condition.
I kill by the dark moonlight.
I am called to the captain’s tent.
He informs me of what I must do.
I am told where I will be sent.
I am not to take any prisoners, too.
Our team meets on the helicopter pad.
The team was a sergeant, a corporal, and I
Between us, not a word was even said,
As we lifted off into the midnight sky.
We land three clicks behind enemy lines.
We grab our gear to carry along the way.
We carefully cross a row of the land mines.
Our target is just a half a click away.
I am told to kill the guards in the shack.
When I am finished then signal to the rest.
I take out my knife from my backpack.
I crawl across the ground on my chest.
Upon the unpainted guard shack, I creep.
I am hidden beneath the dark moonlight.
I stabbed the first one while he took a leak.
The other, I took without much of a fight.
The team approaches from behind.
Their job, now, has just begun.
“Leave me alone and I will be fine.”
As I picked up the dead man’s gun.
It was the first kill I ever made.
Just look at what I have done.
On the shack floor, there laid,
The body of an old man and his son.
Mission Two: A bullet traveling silently through the air
My next mission was an easy one.
I am now good at killing the enemy.
I just do what I am trained to get done.
I have a very natural killing ability.
Captain hands me a top-secret folder.
I am told to read on the plane.
I place my gear over my shoulder.
I am off to kill another enemy, again.
I jump out the door of the plane.
I floated out in the night sky.
I glide silently to the jungle floor.
The U. S. Army Ranger will survive.
I camouflage myself from head to toe.
I recheck the picture inside the folder.
Into the dangerous jungle, I now go.
I sling my sniper rifle over my shoulder.
The enemy camp was five clicks away.
It is setting in the middle of a wheat field.
The night had just started turning to day.
I will wait for nightfall to make my kill.
I climbed high up in a magnolia tree.
I waited for the moonlight to shine.
Inside the whole house, I could see.
My target was not very hard to find.
I scoped him sitting in the hall.
Someone was brushing his hair.
Then, his brain is splatter against the wall.
By a bullet traveling silently through the air.
My job has now been done.
The man slumps in his chair.
Again, I am a man on the run.
I run like hell away from there.
Mission Three: An enemy to erase
One morning, I awake from my bed.
I gather the gear I will need today.
Another enemy, tonight, will be dead.
At least that is what my orders say.
Slowly across the jungle floor, I slide.
I have been given an enemy to slay.
In the bushes, under the trees, I hide.
I must cover my tracks along the way.
Quietly I travel across the jungle floor,
I make my way by night and rest in the day.
Until finally, I am now at my enemy’s door.
Time for this enemy to become my prey.
I set up in the brush by the gate.
I cover myself with limbs and grass.
Tonight, this enemy, I will eliminate.
Gently pulling the trigger, I kill his ass.
Now that my job has been done,
I make my run for home base.
The U. S Army Ranger waits the next one.
The next enemy, I am assigned to erase.
Mission Four: A bullet signed with my name.
My captain gave me the mission plan.
He sent our team out one rainy night.
Twelve soldiers are under my command.
We are told to prepare for a serious fight.
The helicopter lands at the river bend.
Quickly, four men go to secure the hill.
Later, I gather all twelve of my men.
I inform them of who we came to kill.
We separate in three different crews.
We have come to take this place apart.
We brought every weapon we could use.
I said, ‘It is time for our mission to start.’
Each crew went a separate way.
We took most of them by surprise.
I turn and kill the first one that day.
I shot him dead between his eyes.
Sixteen of enemies surrounded us.
I do not know from where they came.
I shouted, ’We will kill them too, if we must.’
Then came the bullet signed with my name.
The bullet tears through my arm.
My team, around me, quickly gathers.
I fought the pain to remained calm.
This mission is the thing that matters.
In the midst of the battle, we fight.
The enemy quickly dies one by one.
My squad will last through the night.
At least, until our rescue team come.
A huge bomb suddenly erupt,
Pieces of bodies fly everywhere.
The rescue team is here to pick us up.
Not one U. S. Army Ranger died there.
Mission Five: Son you, are not in the army, right now.
That was the last time, I got myself shot.
Slowly, I sat on the field medic’s table.
Not everything went as I had thought.
I took on way more than I was able.
My captain entered the exam room.
He chewed my ass from end to end.
I knew immediately I was doomed.
I had almost killed all of my men.”
I took three months for me to recover.
I did not want to hang around the base.
I think I will go home to see my mother.
I get on a transport headed for any place.
My first night home in the city was rough.
My friends all ask me the same question.
I ate barbecue and drank all kind of stuff.
However, I never revealed any information.
Finally, I go home to lay on my old bed.
I had just starting into my cat napping.
’ Woman, I will bust you upside your head.’
I can not believe this stuff is happening.
As I said, I heard the words from my bed.
He was trying to hurt someone I hold dear.
I have to make sure this stupid fool is dead.
Quietly, outside in the dark alley, I appear.
Quickly, I grab my old Bowie knife.
I had prepared myself for the fight.
I was planning to take a man’s life.
I rushed to mom by the street light.
He never saw me, I came up from behind.
I quickly stabbed him in the meat of his thigh
‘Fool,” I said, ‘you really must be out of mind.’
‘You tried to hurt my mom, now you must die.’
‘I planning to rip your heart from your chest.”
However, mom’s words stopped me somehow.
In my ears, her tender voice words came to rest.
‘My son, you are not in the Army, right now.’
Mission six: ‘Our country, we long to be free.’
A hard rain fell out of the night sky,
As we run up on the beach shore.
Tonight, this enemy must not die.
From here, our target is not far.
Silently, I give the orders to the men.
We are here to pick up an evil dictator.
I decide to be the guinea pig and go in.
I told them where to meet me, later.
To informant’s house, I walked.
Two guards came to meet me.
For about five minutes, we talked,
About whom I had come to see.
The informant comes out later.
He is escorted out to see me.
You buy location of our dictator.
Our country, we long to be free.
I am told all about his hideout,
There are guards outside his door.
I give him his five million in gold.
He said the escape route in the floor.
Four of my men crawled up to the hideout.
One sniper set just inside the tree line.
Two men was waiting for him to come out
I ran to the boat, my team had left behind.
My men down the beach about one click.
I told them about the route through the floor.
He will be scared and will have to take it.
When we kill the men at his beachhouse door.
I arrived just a few minutes to the shore.
My men met me with the dictator in hand.
It was a job well done just like before.
The U. S. Army Rangers had captured their man.
Mission seven: Mission Complete
I just returned to the home base.
This tour of duty will soon be through.
I brush my teeth and wash my face.
The captain assigned another job to do.
Quickly, I grabbed my gear off my bed.
Tonight on a rescue mission, I am sent.
I place my helmet on my head.
I walked out the door of my tent.
In my gear, my orders I find.
I was given a map to the place.
I was given stuff to cover my behind.
Then, I saw the picture of his face.
My face went quickly went to a frown.
This person was not a stranger, you see.
Thump, my backpack hits the ground.
He is an U. S. Army Ranger, like me.
To my assignment, I ran.
I must get this job done.
I sling my pack on, again.
I will to die to save this one.
When I get there, in the brush I wait.
I count all the guards walking around.
You can call it luck or call it my fate.
Three died without making a sound.
I peeped through the glass of the backdoor.
The coast was clear, so through it, I crept.
The guard had his eyes covered with a hat.
So, silently, I sliced his throat as he slept.
Cautiously, I raised my weapon.
The prisoner is asleep on the floor.
My job is now just about to be done.
I slowly open the bedroom door.
Carefully, the entire room I checked out
One more guard should be somewhere.
Just as I thought, without a doubt,
He is on the porch sitting in a chair.
Loudly, I wake my package up.
We quickly head out the back door.
Suddenly, the whole place erupts.
From a bomb left on the floor.
Copyrighted 2007
Reginald L. Walker
All intellectual property of this author has been copyrighted and all rights are reserved by Pastor Reginald Levi Walker.
(additional information about the meaning of
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Not Anger But Action will solve the problems of our nieghborHOODs.
23 stands for the 23rd Psalms.
P.S. 23 stands for 'God loves you, therefore, I love you, too.'
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Re: The U. S. Army Ranger, a poetic short series
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(additional information about the meaning of
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Not Anger But Action will solve the problems of our nieghborHOODs.
23 stands for the 23rd Psalms.
P.S. 23 stands for 'God loves you, therefore, I love you, too.'
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