MOS 8541
The butt pushes back into my shoulder
A crack resonates across valley green
In paper fifteen hundred yards away
Now a perfect small circle can be seen
It cycles and magazine feeds next round
My breathing slows as left eye closes tight
My cheek welded to warm synthetic stock
Right eye picks target through reticled sight
My finger moves imperceivably slow
As it removes the trigger’s tensioned slack
One final exhale stopping halfway through
Eight hundred grains of lead fly at the crack
Releasing the last remainder of breath
I strain through the scope in effort to spy
Another perfectly round dot of light
Staring back at me from center bullseye
It is a strong and quite beautiful thrill
Blessed savior on any given day
It is comforting to know you can kill
An engine block from near a mile away
This was the gift that was given to me
Marksmanship on a stand well above par
My only sense of any legacy
The stealth and skill to bring death from afar
commonsensiblyspeaking 
I really want to try going to a shooting range 🤔
There is a joy and exhilaration in it that is unmatched. I wished I lived closed enough to take you! We would have a grand time.
Yes!