FOR TWO, A GIFT FROM GOD

The desert sun was in his eyes. It was also flashing off the gun the Arab carried by his side. He mustn't see me, otherwise he'd try to hide, but where?

"Ain't nothing 'tween us but a lot o' air. Easy pickin'," the GI said. "Like catchin' chickens back on the farm." But the minute he eyed the enemy they both took aim and fired. Two lone targets in the desert sand. They both heard the double crack as they fired. Instantly. Like they both were wired to one brain. The bullets took flight. One would die, maybe two.

The bullets met head-on. There was a link. Both shooters saw the bullets sink together gracefully into the sand. The two soldiers shook hands, thanked their gods neither was dead. "It was a miracle, " the GI said and cried. "A gift from god," the Arab replied.