The Frenchman rises
from his shell hole
shambles forth
with aimless grace
I raise my rifle
ka-chuk
POW
He twists
but does not stop
ka-chuk
POW
He stumbles
into the razorwire
ka-chuk
POW
He snarls, shrieks
like an inbound shell
shaking loose flecks of dried mud
from his once-dandy mustache
locks
his dead gaze with mine
ka-chuk
POW
Mud-rotted flesh
tears like wet paper
He leaves his arm dangling from the fence
fingers twitching
ka-chuk
Raindrops sputter,
hissing on my rifle's barrel
POW
He gurgles his displeasure
as his jaw explodes
ka-chuk
CLICK
Scheiße!
I reach for my sidearm
as the Frenchman
reaches
for
me
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