<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=398017" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Forced to meet an enemy in a rifle's sight (in answer to Keith Douglas)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forced to meet an enemy in a rifle's sight<br>a unknown man appears, scratches his head, <br>he lights a cigarette, draws on it until it glows, <br>looks at a photo in a way that only his wife knows<br>his attention moves somewhere up ahead, <br>to some ibises in their screeching flight</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the crosshairs move to his heart bit by bit<br>while mechanically I test the wind, <br>thoughts of his family life now means nothing<br>while on the trigger my finger is pressing, <br>and no escape can a mortal man find<br>against full metal jacket bullets that accurately hit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> l'Envoi<br>Far too familiar is death's smell, <br>when every soldier is more machine, than man, <br>far too familiar are the sounds of bullets whining, <br>the sight of bodies lying lifeless, <br>as putrid rotting human flesh, heartless, <br>the horrors of war are undermining<br>the essence of being human, <br>as soldiers live afterwards in a daily kind of hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Reference: &quot;Now in my dial of death appears&quot; by Keith Douglas.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=398017" data-title="Forced to meet an enemy in a rifle's sight (in answer to Keith Douglas) de Gert Strydom" data-description="Forced to meet an enemy in a rifle's sight a unknown man appears, scratches his head, he lights a cigarette, draws on it until it glows, looks at a photo in a way that only his wife knows his attention moves somewhere up ahead, to some ibises i..."></div> </div> </div>

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