Through the telescopic sight the ****** aimed
no emotion clouded his mind.
It was his job to protect the military force
no matter the cost.
From a high point watching and waiting
for him no hesitating!

The specially honed skills often called to assist
in the protection of the troops.
Never killing on impulse but by a strict code
a soldier loyal to his country.
Following orders if instructed would make the ****
his duty he would always fulfil.

Camouflaged hidden from view like a ghost
he haunted the enemy!
They were not safe from his telescopic sight
an angel of death!
Never seen or heard until the lethal bullet strike
confirming the **** on his radio mic!

These lonesome warriors in a war zone!

The Foureyed Poet