We Own The Night

by James Puff

The soldier skirts the ridgeline not too silhouette himself,

the sun begins to fade behind the mountains, the call to prayer fills the valleys, all the villages stop to pray.

We own the night!

The soldier takes a knee and waits for the moon, when it comes he begins to move again,

The mountain towers over the valley like a skyscraper.

The anxiety begins to set in. Waiting,

sweat begins to burn his eyes and blur his vision, Waiting

listening and waiting.

Darkness falls.The fear leaves as night falls,

They don’t know where we are.

The green glow burns his eyes

the moon is out and the sky is clear

witness to stars that cannot be seen by the naked eye

a mentor streaks across the sky

We own the night.

Touchdown!

Run down the hill, Stack up on the door, Breach the door, GO! get two barrels in the room as fast as possible, clear your corner, target acquired no shots fired, 1 up 2 up 3 up , 4up, building secured

the Bird is en route

Time to make like a fetus and head out.

They didn’t see us coming

They didn’t know we where there

We own the night!

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This first appeared in The Havok Journal on January 23, 2017.

As the Voice of the Veteran Community, The Havok Journal seeks to publish a variety of perspectives on a number of sensitive subjects. Unless specifically noted otherwise, nothing we publish is an official point of view of The Havok Journal or any part of the U.S. government.