Sgt.- You ready?

Breathe in.
Sidled, running down your arm,
Resting sweetly in your palm.
Pause.
Ready?

Calming hands caress you,
As judging eyes adorn your duty jacket.
Whipping lightly in the breeze.
Long coat tails, sit and stare,
The pistol aimed, through solid air,
It's down to you.
Just don't care.
For a second.

And it'll all be over.

The Sergeant,
Stares ahead.
Blankly.
The victim... no, that's not right.
The soldiers eyes,
Deer-caught-in-headlight eyes screaming.

Yelling, yearning,
Bleeding.

Can you pull the trigger?
Pull the trigger?
The trigger.

All that stands between you,
Innocence,
And glory.

The whizzing bang of gunfire makes the choice.
You trade yourself for glory.
Your innocence is lost.

The murderers glare.
Just another thing to hide behind these hazel eyes?
Are you ready?
Aim.
Breathe out.

Fire.