Sense Sonnet - Pumper

Above and Beyond

Those damn Yankees are in my sight.
Me and my machine gun can mow
The folk down with little fight.
Americans - no worthy foe.
Hey - one of 'em is crawling there.
I fire at him. I'm sure he's shot.
The guy's still coming. Let him dare
Live through all the bullets I've got.
I shoot him more and watch him flinch.
He should be dead, how can he be
Still moving forward inch by inch?
He lobs a grenade right at me.

Duty says to stay with the gun.
Survival screams to this Jap - "Run!"