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Holidays To Remember - (First Chapters)

by Reid Laurence

He looked through the fine cross-hairs of his rifle scope which formed the reticle - or superimposed image inside - and slowly scanned the midsections of trees and thick green brush for the enemy.

Searching for the type of motion not caused by the natural presence of nature and dismissing things like wind small animals, or acorns falling from tall, proud oaks... that part of the universe incognizant of the crime of war going on all around them as they grew, but were sometimes felled by weapons so terrible, that those that were natures survivors - like the men who survived - did so with missing limbs or worse still, became like rotting wood, and in a savaged state, and to the core.

In his enthusiasm to kill - compelled by all of us at home - he has located and fixed his eight-times rifle scope and pulled the trigger once again, and felled a man like a hapless piece of nature... sapping the strength and will to live through the sheer brute force of one bullet of staid course, through the base of the cerebellum and connection of spinal cord called the medulla oblongata, or in sniper terms, 'the apricot'. But then, when we're lucky, we come home.

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