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0900 HRS


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Written by Robert Quintin Penn   
Monday, 03 March 2008
Last Updated ( Monday, 03 March 2008 )
 
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Stay hidden, stay sharp. Breath in through the nose, out through the mouth. Slowly squeeze the trigger. Focus on the front sight. One shot, one kill. He was ready.


In the near freezing winter morning he had crawled to the cliff's edge. There he had hugged his SVT-40, waiting for the right time to take out the German scouts. Then the two Stahlhelme broke over the hillside. He crawled back slightly into the grass, barely hiding the Russian sniper.


One of the scouts was walking with his MP40 slung over his shoulder, the other was looking through a pair of binoculars, checking for anything suspicious or interesting. Upon seeing that the area was clear, he began walking forward. At this time, the sniper resumed his spot, preparing to take both out as quick as possible.


Looking down, he saw that the scout with binoculars only had a P38 as a sidearm. He knew who to go for first. Pulling the charging handle back and letting it strip off a round, he looked through the scope and aimed.


“I cannot believe that dummkopf left his gear here and told us to go looking for it!”

Ja.”

“What if we encounter more Russians? Its just the two of us, and it will be a few minutes until reinforcements arive.”

“No, I doubt such a thing will hap-”

It was at that moment a bullet ripped through the scout's chest, making him drop to the ground.


“Scheiße!”


Quickly the sniper moved to his next target, getting him just as the scout's hand was on the butt of his pistol. There laid two more successful kills. He knew the echo of the two shots would bring more soldiers coming his direction. He smiled, reloaded his magazine, let the bolt drive forward, and said,


'Welcome to my web' said the spider to the fly.”



Copyright 2008 Robert Quintin Penn

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Posted by thirteen
03-03-2008 10:44,
 
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I liked it, short and sweet.This especially “'Welcome to my web' said the spider to the fly.”
 
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Posted by R.E.Potter
03-03-2008 10:52,
 
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I hate spiders. Loved the story.
 
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Posted by peterknowles25
03-03-2008 20:24,
 
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Fantastic. The best short story I have read so far! Well done!
 
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Posted by tarhead
03-07-2008 11:27,
 
really good example
of work ethic combined with pride in one's work - never heard from a sniper's perspective. 
 
well done!
 
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Posted by Egoist
05-06-2008 15:59,
 
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What an ending to a story. I'm impressed. At a glance I noticed there was a quote at the bottom and when I began the story I was anxious to know what he said. I feel as though this would be the perfect beginning to some James Bond or Mission Impossible movie. Great job.
 
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