Eight away, fuck the pistol. I'm ready to piss my pants. Boom, reach up, pull 16, flash fire into empty night. Tracers from everywhichwaytoSunday. Magnesium flares on mini-parachutes.
Night becomes the most brilliant of days.
I have been delivered. It was freefire, so nobody'll ask. Maybe I stopped a charge on the wire. Maybe I didn't. Whether I killed a frog, a pig or a gook, it was fun.