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 Photo by Larry Costales on Unsplash They marched us to the middle of nowhere, sweat running down our backs, our olive drab uniforms now three shades darker. They handed us a rifle, an M-16 they told us in class, with a 5.56 round, it would tumble after it hit its target, good for killing. We lay on the ground, shouldered the weapon, aimed it at the target, a bottomless torso and as instructed, gently pulled the trigger. Nothing happened, which is what the Air Force wanted this day for we were here to know our gun to befriend it, to cradle it. Another day we would come back to the range, take our weapon, assume the firing position and hopefully watch the round tear a hole in the target. And on this day, our sergeant said we had finally become warriors, then he quickly took the weapon away, never for most of us, to be touched again. Louis Faber is a poet, photographer and blogger living in Port St. Lucie, Florida with his wife and cat. His work has appeared in The Poet (U.K.), Alchemy Spoon, New Feathers Anthology, Dreich (Scotland), Defenestration, Atlanta Review, Glimpse, The Seventh Quarry Poetry Magazine (Wales), Rattle, Pearl, Midstream, European Judaism, South Carolina Review and Worcester Review, among many others, and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. His cat says she tries to edit him, but he always resists.
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