Alone Trooper

“Send out the scout”
It had been three days since the order was given
The Trooper was deployed without a moment’s hesitation
For this operation had been more than its time in planning
Some estimates dared to a lifetime of waiting
Patient was the day of reckoning
Born and bred for just such a mission
To be the line in the division
Embracing the unenviable task
And feel no envy to those whom it had passed
Only more than pity
In the face of the agressor, missed opportunity
To carry a curse by a different name
Today he called her ‘destiny’ and was glad that she had came.

The rest of the squadron to bare witness his departure
Sighed a collective sense of you than me rather
Echoing deep and cowardly within their rank
As the Trooper back to base had happened to glance
A profound realisation had sighted contentment
And he knew he shared exactly within this sentiment
The solitary path ahead now his only comrade
And a genuine sorrow for those that had stayed
Believing that this was the way it would always have had to have been
Besides the less they would know if the less they had seen
This occassion required more than just an actual killer
This would require more than forgiving a sinner

And now with his sights trained upon the mark
Down the barrel of his choice weapon realisation fired a spark
To take this life would be to also take his own
For a scout now weary there was no coming home
He never missed, and would not be missed
Knowing the reconnaissance was the result, the hunt was the kill
His return would not be expected regardless of outcome but still
A moment’s pause became a moment shared
Was the target now somehow aware?
The shifting of the breeze, the static in the air
Could a cold blooded killer actually care?
No time to lose or the shot would be lost
“No sacrifice, no victory, at any cost”
He whispered to himself and now named his enemy
Never again would he address her, “I shall call her Apathy”