By the way…
The bow has never felt heavier than now. The limbs and the string have never felt more taut, the arrow’s fletching never appeared more delicate or streamlined and the tip has never seemed more lethal and precise. My left arm is searing with the effort of keeping the bow raised, I’m sure, and I’m certain my head aches from having had my eye closed for so long, but I don’t quite feel either. My grip is as tight as I let it be, sweat pooling in the crevices of my palm that holds the weapon in place and my fingers which hold the arrow oh so lightly grow slicker with each passing second but I can’t bring myself to release the bow just yet. I want to savour the moment, but also I just don’t want to do it. I remember a book I once read which said everything can be accomplished by breaking it down into small steps, and I’ve already done half: nock the arrow, raise the bow, sight your target, stand your ground, relax, draw back the string, breathe, sight him again … release.
Eight days ago, the government declared marshal law.
You misspelled “martial law”: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martial_law
