This is what I am
I am the best.
The hide.
I
wait with
Mosin-Nagant.
You will rue the day
as I lay in wait
with
Mosin-Nagant
The wind bites my face
My fingers grow numb
The ground is hard
My will is harder
I put my trust in
Mosin-Nagant
There an flash of color
The clank of steel
I smell the diesel
in the distance a speck
appears then two.
Easy shot whispers Mosin-Nagant.
The column trudges into view.
What order whispers Mosin-Nagant.
Far right then the slowest.
We huddle closely as the reticle sets
on the dead man walking on the right flank.
No easy task . I am Mosin-Nagant.
Lyudmila pavlichenko. Female russian ****** during WW2.
309 kills with the Mosin-Nagant rifle. She was fighting against extreme agression.