Tonight's the night...dark and rainy...the perfect night for killing. They won't expect us tonight. They'll just hear the rain. But we are ready. Swift. Silent. Deadly. Your rifle is loaded and locked. Your bayonet is fixed. Your eyes study the shadows. Tread lightly. Watch the Marine in front. Repeat the signal. We will make the first move. It's a rush just before it happens. Muzzle flashes and the crack, crack, crack, of rounds. It's a beautiful thing--a fire-team rush. Face-to-face with the enemy. Get up close if you can. Thrust the bayonet in. Don't forget to twist on the way out. Once you grate the ribs you'll know he'll drop. The rainwater mixes with the blood. Dark red at first... then diluted to runny lines of cloudy pink. The smell of wet gunpowder... Ahhh, you gotta love that. Savor it. You've done your job. It was him or you. That is what we do. Listen to the rain. Stare into the night. Move on. There are others waiting to die tonight.
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You're a sick sick man!
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