A Snipers view.
So if your wondering why this is on the call of duty thread well becuase COD is the main fic for action and fighting so I figured this would fit in.
To my knowledge no one has done a WW1 fic about a sniper so I figured that "hey Ill give it a go".I aplogise for any bad grammer in advance due to my poor english and my beta readers gone to bed.
But Ill do my if your intrested in thoughts about a sniper and dont mind the mispelling and grammer then read on!.
JULY 1ST 1918. Four years...four fucking years I have seen friends die and boys murdered. For four long bloody years I have been in the mud. Hopping from hole to hole,from blasted tree to broken tank to kill. Apart from the senior officers in my battalion I am the only surviour since we landed in 1914. I am the only one to survive the battle of the Somme and countless sucide attacks.
I see a German soldier poke his head over a trench and I blow his head off. Another family will be sent a letter...more people to grieve in this foolish war. It is almost ironic that my family was killed in a bombing raid. Ive survived longer than my sister in this fucking war.
In fact its almost funny. I have developed eczema on my hands and my cheast constantly hurts from diving into holes. My shoulders ache and arms burn from firing and relocating everyday.
I cannot sleep anymore...everytime I close my eyes,I see death,a soldier I have killed becuase he had revealed his position or a platoon of the Irish guards blown apart from a single shell. Maybe I am supposed to see these things, I just dont really know. Every day I pick up my rifle and crawl to a new position ,my average is 10 German soldiers a day.
I have killed too many and seen too much...all for the folly of Generals and the tea drinking politications who seem to enjoy sending thier troops into hell.
Maybe this fucking war will end...maybe it wont.
A movement behind my position and I throw a knife to hear a deathly scream as the metal object impales itself into a persons throat. The poor barstard died a horrabile death. But its me or him I suppose.
After all Im just following orders.