MA5C (revised)
Posted By: Uberste<cheater@breathe.com>
Date: 19 August 2008, 7:23 pm
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MA5C
He wakes
Only to find that today is the same as yesterday.
He would get up,
Eat some rations,
Gear up,
Head out,
And kill
With his Assault rifle.
His friend.
His brother.
Their nightmare
The food was terrible,
As it always was.
He longed for the food he once ate at home
On a distant world
That now floats as a ball of glass.
No matter, he thought.
Vengeance would soon be his.
Vengeance placed on the bullets of his rifle.
His friend.
His brother.
Their nightmare
And here he is.
Staring at the Pelican
That will deliver him to his next fight.
He looks to his left and picks an assault rifle from a weapons rack.
He checks everything,
And polishes everything.
This is his rifle.
His friend.
His brother.
Their nightmare.
He steps aboard the Pelican,
Sits in his seat,
And closes his eyes.
His squad mates enter also,
And now
The Pelican door has shut.
His destiny sealed,
He clutches his rifle to his chest.
Always ready,
Always there,
His security held in his arms
His friend.
His brother.
Their nightmare.
This war has taught him many things,
All death is certain.
He wants his with a rifle in his hands.
"ETA five minutes. Get tactical marines!"
He checks all of his gear.
What is going through his head?
Images of friends?
Of family?
No.
He has no friends.
No family.
Not anymore.
Not after the Covenant unleashed Hell from the skies of his planet.
Not after the Covenant destroyed everything and laughed in their alien tongues.
No.
They aren't here to comfort him.
His rifle is.
His friend.
His brother.
Their nightmare.
"Touch down! Hit it, Marines!"
The door opens.
He charges from his seat.
His Assault rifle primed and aimed down range at the beautiful beach before him
Down towards the Covenant hoards.
He runs ahead of his squad.
And pulls the trigger.
His friend.
His brother.
Their nightmare
His bullets sing songs of death as they fly to their target.
A terrifying creature that stands two meters taller and out-weighs him by a full ton.
All are equal in battle.
It all depends on who has the bigger gun.
This is his Assault rifle; to him it is the biggest gun.
He is invincible.
At that moment
Spikes, five of them, lodge themselves in his leg
He continues firing.
The monster defiantly roars over the hail of bullets
And squeezes a final spike from its bladed weapon
The spike punches its way through his skull.
On that day
He died
With his assault rifle
Clutched to his chest.
It was his friend.
It was his brother.
It is still their nightmare.
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