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Just spent half a day
on the Ranges
with handguns rifles and all
Its been eighteen years
since I last fired a shot
At least from what I recall
Some things that you do are like
“Riding a bike” well...
Remember the times that you fall
Then the memory kicks in
Like you never “Got Off”
Like you never did stop it at all
The safety procedures
Are fixed in my brain
Just how to handle a weapon
This time it’s for fun
so I can relax
There will be no folk to threaten
My eye is still keen
Though not sure on what
Open sights are telling me lies
Nothing in focus
tween heaven and earth
“bare” tell the ground from the skies
Epilogue…
Don’t show a weakness
Blast it to Hell
The others they know of your past
If you don’t make the mark
how long?
may the scorn last......
This soldier is good
he scarce needed his eyes
He feels the rounds strike and adjusts
Hell it’s a target...
not flesh and blood
just paper and wood in demise
One never to forgets how to kill
The Best…. Join The British Army
There are those that will…… make the grade
Then there is Paper and Wood
Join up you know that you should
These are orders that need be obeyed
In memory of Monday 28th April when I went out to kill paper and wood
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Eric XXX
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