Processed
Target identified
Coordinates received and processed.
All system are go.
The situation has been assessed.
The target I now know.
Fire, I am free to fly.
The acceleration to speed,
will test if any system will die,
and I will fail to succeed.
Once locked on I fly low.
I skim the surface of the sea.
so the target won’t know,
Just where I will be.
I want hit at the water line.
A huge hole in the side I will rip.
It will be a holy sign,
the heathens are sure to get.
Their fire control lights me up.
A gun at me they sight.
At me comes a hundred slugs,
though which I must fight.
My ‘tronics they destroy.
They tear into my frame.
Success I will not enjoy,
as I bust into flames.
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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