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A Rifleman to his enemies
I am a Rifleman, and I will come for you.
I will disregard your fire, each frenzied round, each frantic shot.
For if you show yourself to fight,
Internal day or stygian night.
Have faith that you will miss, and I will not.
You will slow me down, with hidden traps, and buried threat.
And though with every driven yard I’ll doubt the road ahead.
And with every measured stride, I’ll taste familiar dread.
I’ll sound the advance and drive and march and see your challenge met.
Where you are cruel and craven in your cowardice, I will be just.
Where you have looted and bullied and cowed.
I will empower and protect and see the Afghan proud.
My only theft his fear, my levy only trust.
I will stand in sombre salute, to the coffins you create.
Console those you have bereaved and nurture those you maim.
But I’ll not blind my thoughts will blame.
Nor surrender my soul to hate.
And when at home, I’ll touch my hat with patient grace.
To cold apathy and gathered crowds the same.
In certain knowledge that I will come again
To this fertile, futile, half forsaken place.
I am swift of thought, and bold of heart.
Heed this warning I impart;
I will come at you with everything I can,
For I am, and will ever be, a Rifles’ man.