The sea was huge
And we needed to smuggle these guns as though no tomorrow
Perfect intrusion
A rifle – my favoured kind – wedged fair centre-stage and particularly snug as a rug between my chin and my left arm
The hairs stood to attention far more than any known enemy ever can and will
They try and do their very best to save their own lives
Of course they too having had a girlfriend, perhaps so much as a wife and child at home belonging only ever to themselves
When the scope begins to cope all of its own – targets catching full flight, seems the smaller the aim the more likely the inevitable kill
Still waters run deep ’til these foreign creeps finally fail to cope – ropes et al neglecting to be of any real benefit by a most harrowing end
Their angry minds exploding upon their very own once upon a time seemingly safer than ocean

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