Stream of Consciousness

I have been alone for weeks my scouter has been shot dead and I have been on the run to find a perfect place to just sit and pick off my targets one by one. I finally found the perfect spot. The top of a cliff that just peers over the battlefield, as soon as I blow the brains of the officers on the battefield I can end this war. I feel my hands grow tight, he is a sitting duck. But something in my mind comes over me that just won't let me squeeze the trigger. What if I miss? What if they find me? Overcoming my anxieties measure wind speed and move the drop sights a couple feet to the left of his head. I squeeze the trigger. Perfect shot.