We’re on target, I’m pulling security in my Stryker.
We’ve been on missions all night,
I’m struggling to keep my eyes open.
My head is bobbing up and down.

I reach into my cargo pocket,
And pull out an 8oz Rip-Its.
Pull the tab, release it’s promising pssssst.
Tip my head back and slug a huge chug.

The caffeine infusion hits my brain,
My eyes once so sleepy, burst open and alert.
My mind once fogged, now clear.
My head no longer bobbing chaotically.
Now in a disciplined swivel taking note of my surroundings.

Dawn approaches, our hunting session draws to a close.
We make it back to base.
A toast to you Rip-Its, my golden friend.
An essential part of my combat kit. 

~Raul Felix

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