Their bodies fly higher than V2 rockets, and I reposition for my next kill as alarms sound and soldiers panic in the streets of the city ahead. Waiting.Īs he scans the horizon and then bends a little to check underneath an overturned boat at the water’s edge, the lookout backs up, inching slowly, yet ever closer, to his comrade behind him. ![]() ![]() My finger itches on the trigger of my Springfield rifle. One keeps watch while the other kneels to check the pulse of his fallen commander. ![]() There’s a breeze coming in from the west, and I adjust my aim accordingly. ![]() From a safe distance, and from behind a craggy outcropping of rock, I lower my reticle over the pound or so of highly explosive TNT I’ve gingerly placed just under his right shoulder.
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