Click, click, click, click,
A machine gun aims,
Fires,
Hits,
A shout,
A thud,
A soldier falls,
Another bloodied corpse,
Riddled with bullets,
Face unrecognisable,
A sliver of red trickles from his chest,
His heart is motionless,
His body lies still,
In the sweltering dessert heat,
A whispered prayer,
For loved ones,
For comrades,
A sigh,
All is still,
Death,
Another cruel murder,
Another man fighting for his country,
For his freedom,
Gone,
Now just another number,
Another fallen angel waiting to meet St. Peter.