Sniper Monologue

Sniper
War is just a f*ckin’ job, ye huv tae remember that, awright? Cause when yer blasting somebody’s brains oot, it’s kinda f*cking hard tae wonder if that wis the right hing tae dae. A wonder every time a kill somebody, but am still daing my job, cause it’s ma duty, tae protect fi the enemy. “The boys don’t think you should be here, they think you’re old, and that you should leave to free up space for the ‘true’ Americans”. F*ck the boys. “Well excuse me if a sound rude but, am the best sniper America f*ckin’ has”. He kens that, but witever, al say it anyway. “I understand that, but I can’t have the boys doing anything stupid, so I’m sending you out to take down a chopper that’s attempting to attack us later today”. Jesus Christ. I like him but aw the ‘boys’ are f*cking c*nts. Hate all of em’.

Our mission is to attack the government’s military base, people say I’m the best tactical soldier, I wouldn’t say that, although I will admit I’m pretty good. I might not be as good as usual this time, but whatever, this is the job. The commander calls in, “James, I know this may be a tough time for you, but you’ve gotta be on top of your game here, we’re counting on you, Commander out”. I respond with the usual ‘copy that’ and start preparing. The pilot, my protégé, tells me “Landing in 10 minutes, sir”. Always liked that kid. Bob’s his name, he’ll probably grow up to be