Shell Casing
Breathe in...
Hold it
Squeeeeezzzee
Breathe out.
The clinkering of casings crashing to the ground, create a melody
Serenity.
Check Target
Hit!
Breathe in...
Hold it
Squeeeeezzzee
The smell releasing into the air is enough to take you back
Back to where you found peace at war
Breathe out.
Check target
Hit!
The smell of gun powder seems to be a common call to all Soldiers
The smell of gunpowder can transform an entire range into a war zone.
Like teleportation to another time
Gun powder to remind you of life and death
Gun powder to control your senses
Gun Powder to release the Reaper
Breathe in...
Hold it
Squeeeeezzzee
And just like that, you're gone.
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Raidyn Wallace
She comes from a small town in Southeast Alabama. She is a disabled veteran with stories to tell. Favorite motto? "Let go and be free"
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