Je Touche Moi

Falklands 82

Je Touche Moi


Death passed me by,
but he touched my soul.
While his scythe of fiery lead,
cut a swathe through the pre-morn light.
Bony fingers plucked holes in mortal flesh.,
To quench the reaper’s thirst.
He passed me by ,
This time.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Crossing Corination Point an enemy machine gunner seemed to have a personal vendetta against me .
Fortunately he missed.

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