Nights Like These

"It's nights like this that I miss the war. Nights alone with to much time to think that I feel it calling to me. I miss the excitement of patrols and raids, especially the raids. Being the first man in the door, knowing you may die in the next few minutes, the next few seconds. Feeling that rush, every sense becomes sharper, vision tightens and becomes clearer like you are finally really seeing the world. Air passages open up, you no longer just breath the air you drink it in feeling your lungs turn it into energy for your body, the great machine that holds all that is you. The electricity that flows through your finger tips into your brain, touching your weapon, making it part of your arms and hands. One with your mind.
If I just look at something or someone and think die they die. The weapon fires on it's own sending the bullet to the target."
This Is Your War II