Camouflaged only by the dark of night,
the soldier stealthily approaches his target.
At just the right moment,
he climbs into her fox hole,
stabbing repeatedly.
Shooting from the hip
with the precision of a sniper,
his high-caliber rifle
always hits the target.
Screams fill the room
as breath becomes ragged,
then slows.
His objective met,
success achieved,
the soldier smiles, knowing that
tomorrow a new mission awaits
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