Some days it’s easy
The noise causes you to react
You turn your head and raise your rifle
Your finger never got more of a workout pulling that trigger

The enemy comes and goes
Just nameless faces and anonymous bodies
I’d rather it be that way I guess
Otherwise I would associate them with the humans that they are

I don’t hesitate often; that sounds terrible
In fact it can be quite easy
Kill or be killed and there is no doubt
They want you dead too, and won’t rest until one of you succeeds

But no matter what your qualms are
Nor the number of bullets you carry
It seems that the endless drudgery of day-to-day life
Is what becomes the hardest target

Four months…nine..twelve..fourteen…
The hours and days stretch on endlessly
If it was only as easy to kill time.