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The Silent Sniper By G.A CodlingA Sniper crawls along a forest floor A match grade barrel to do his chore Blending with the woodland scene He leaves no trace of where he's beenA single task occupies his mind To the outside world he is blind One single task, one single goal Only his mission occupies his soulHe moves into the open grass The enemy patrol makes a searching pass although they look, they cannot see the man moving out from a distant treeOne hour, two, three then four He only moves a few feet more Zero hour is getting near He knows his target will soon appearA single man he has been sent to kill and on his hands this man's blood will spill The moment is now, the target's in sight Taking up the first pressure the shot feels rightOne ounce more in the trigger sear The bullet races away like a high speed spear It races through the air with a thunderous crack There's a fountain of blood as it exits the man's backThe silence is deafening theres not a single sound as the shooter removes the case of the single spent round His task now done he fades back into the wood His only trace is a body where a man once stood.