The Tale of a Martyr

He crawled on the ground
The weight of his Heckler and Koch straining his arm.
The thorns of the brambles bruised his neck
Sending a pulse of searing pain down his spine.
The dry leaves and grass that camouflaged his structure
Made it hard for him to move.

The midday sun cast on him its fiery rays,
His eyes felt heavy due to last night's reconnaissance.
He cursed his foes,
He swore to defeat them.
He swore to defend his motherland.
He swore to return home triumphant.

The image of the enemy soldiers he killed
Flashed before his eyes.
His confidence soared high.
He took great pride in his work
He was a loyal man.

His thoughts went back to his family,
The toothless grin of his kid etched in his mind.
His heart swelled with grief,
But the time it lasted for was brief.

He lifted his head to survey his surroundings.
He fell dead the next moment.
An enemy sniper had spotted him
He fell prey to its wicked bullet.

Then the screen flashed 'Mission failed'.
Andy yelled, "fuck you!!"