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"On my command you will lay down Facing the target. Load five rounds through the breech, And, in your own time, Fire single rounds into the target. If at anytime you experience difficulty, Raise your hand, But keep your weapon facing the front. Right! Take up your position, Looad, And in your own time Carry on." I thumbed the safety catch off, Grasped the bolt between thumb and forefinger, Lifted, pulled, pushed, Lined up my sights, ...... ......... and HORROR! Sitting pretty in my foresight A semicircle target on a square sack, And stretched from left to right Two miles away and three hundred feet below, A fishing boats I swung my muzzle left, Another sail. Swung right, another, and another! I shouted stop, I raised my arm, Do not fire! Safety catches on, lay down your weapons, Stand up! The fleet sailed round into Aphrodites bay And fished all day As bullets plopped into the sea behind them. Akrotiri Cyprus |