I see it up in a tree. It has us pinned down,
but I'm gonna have me some fun.
As a youngling I was always small in size.
The other children ran up and down the
block playing ball or whatever game was in vogue
that day, and my small size made me different.
Being small I was sometimes bullied, but
that’s ok it made me learn fast. I learned
to fight dirty, learned to make allies
with one or two bigger kids, and learned
to win. In the end, being smaller did not
destroy me it only made me stronger.
The poverty I grew up in was harder to beat.
Most would look at me and my family and say
that’s one fight we still haven’t won. But
when the time came I was glad to sign up
and get out of there. And that’s how I
ended up in Vietnam.
My small size and motivation to win
made me an ideal candidate for certain
special combat units. I excelled at killing.
My skills got me noticed, and now I find
myself in the good company of a very select
few – we fly around in black helicopters.
This last mission may be my last. They sent
us out on what seemed to be a simple 'bring
back the bodies of another op that failed.'
So what happened? I really do not know.
Now, there is a sometimes invisible
alien from another planet hunting us and
trying to kill us. Last I knew there were
only a few of us left, and right now I
don’t know where anybody else is. But I
see it up in a tree, and if I get close I can
empty my gun.
There is a small stream trickling through
the underbrush. Over the years it has eroded
away a deep yet small ditch. I’m small
enough to fit. I can crawl down this ditches’
length, out of sight of the alien up in the
tree, and get in underneath it for a good shot.
Hehe. Here I go. Gonna have me some fun.
bang.