Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Three

It just fucking did not make any sense to wait for darkness to fall. Three bullets. Three pints of blood. Three miles behind enemy lines. Three hundred meters from that last remaining gun-house. Three thousand dead to take that sector.

It just fucking did not matter anymore. Three minutes of surprisingly quick crawling through the undergrowth. Three meters from the doorway to the gun house.

Three motherfuckers inside. One for each.

He pulled the pins from the last three grenades on his belt. He counted three and ran in. And took them to kingdom come. Fitting end to three decades of existence.

2 comments:

Kaustubh Thirumalai said...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8uW2lucCx_8

Safari Al said...

Trippy shit dude. Just heard.

I guess this is one of the things best heard in the environs of h-wing.