A Sound of Thunder

The crackling of gun powder resonates through the trees that separate them from us.
I can hear them clearly, smoothly sliding past the music that booms from my table speakers.I can hear it all, a symphonic mix of the different calibres passing through the different barrels...
The random 5.56s scraping along the sides of the custom designed SARs, the irregular burst twirling out of those Ultimax Section assault weapons ( SAWs)... These being overshadowed by the imposing unpredictable but distinct blasts of the 7.62 out of the Fabrique Nationale General Purpose Machine gun (GPMG).
But when I close my eyes... and thread backwards along these waves... i can hear a soft click under each. The click of the trigger by a soul wearing a green fatigue.

It was a sound of thunder. It was a sound of resignation. It was a sound of someone's past who is another one's present.

Please stop those ORD jokes. It ain't nice.