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As He Loaded His Ammo
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Falklands 82 As He Loaded His Ammo
The brass was oily....
Slippery, to the touch.
But his hands....were cold !
And he was in rush......
Methodically, mechanically.
Into the magazines,
Coloured pieces of death...... clicked.
As,......the rounds were fed.
28,29, last one..... 30, mag filled.
Quick check,.....a push with his thumb.
Quick tap,..... on the palm.
Finally.
Another quick check.....
He nudged the leg,......
with his boot,......As the body was still warm.
But only
Dead eyes stared back.
Giajl © Jim Love
