A Sniper's Night

Just outside a small town in the dense woods, the sniper is ready for the next night. The moon began to look up, gradually disappeared into the summer evening. This is a harsh and desolate place sniper lives tonight. He turned the sniper's rifle to a nearby tree; he got a head. He took a deep breath. The sniper is a young man. Strong and stylish, he looks like an ordinary person, but in such a night he is a different person. His eyes were cold, shining like a hunter, but as deadly and dead as dead were too much.

"Sniper" talks about Republican Sniper and Free State Sniper in Downtown Dublin near the O'Connell Bridge. When a Republican sniper was lying on the roof, the gunshot rattled far away. He is a little boy. "His face is thin and indifferent face of the student, but his eyes are full of indifferent fever ... Man's eyes are used to see death." This is a sniper in June night, I did not eat it in the morning, I wanted a sandwich and then drank a glass of whiskey from my pocket. He desperately wanted a cigarette, and finally put a fire on the game and tried to light his cigarette and show his position. For a while, the bullet hit a wall near him. He smoked two cigarettes and was sneering. He looked up at the handrail, but another bullet hit the head, he pressed himself against the roof.

There was a fierce battle in Dublin, Ireland. Republican sniper sitting on the roof, ate a sandwich and drank a bottle of whiskey. He knew it was dangerous, he decided to smoke and then the bullet immediately hit the roof. Armored vehicles of Irish Freedom forces arrived and an old lady came out of the darkness and pointed out the position of the soldiers in the sniper. The sniper fired women and men in the car. He was hit by enemy sniper immediately with his right arm.