Track 7: Sniper Patrol

“You're nineteen years old, you're in a foreign land, it's the third world, dusty, dirty, rats in the drains, you're trying to keep the peace but you don't know all the lanes and alleyways among the tightly packed barrios, your heart pounds, your eyes swing back and forth, checking all the likely sniper spots, and every day another patrol, another chance to die so far from home...”