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kitaclifford "better a bad page then a blank one..."
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A story about an Australian sniper in WW1. Moral of the story is that, the 'enemy' you are instructed to kill, is really just another human, hoping to survive....and that empathy, goes a long way...

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Mark Hughes shimmied his legs back,

Mark Hughes shimmied his legs back, lay face down on the parched cracked dirt

Mark Hughes shimmied his legs back, lay face down on the parched cracked dirt and squinted as he looked through the Mk sniper rifle.

His lip automatically curled up on one side exposing the girt on his teeth, and focused on the terrain ahead.

Another long minute,

Another long minute, then hour.

Another long minute, then hour. But his shift wasn't over.

Another long minute, then hour. But his shift wasn't over.

Would it ever be?

Mark's decision to enlist had been a patriotic one,

Mark's decision to enlist had been a patriotic one, he was in it to protect the future of Australia, and his mates.

He clenched his jaw, feeling his adrenaline begin to flow as he heard the pops and cracks of gunfire breaking out in the distance.

"Those damn Krouts are everywhere. Scum of the earth is what they are," Mark muttered under his breath.

It was their fault he was here in this God forsaken place, with orders to kill the enemy on sight.

It was their fault he was here in this God forsaken place, with orders to kill the enemy on sight. He knew they could put a bullet in him at any moment.

He didn't want to die,

He didn't want to die, he'd hardly had the chance to live yet.

He didn't want to die, he'd hardly had the chance to live yet. Hardly been able to enjoy his new wife and baby girl.

Mark reached into his breatpocket and pulled out a crumpled photograph and slowly unfolded it.

Mark reached into his breatpocket and pulled out a crumpled photograph and slowly unfolded it. He exhaled a long deep sigh as he examined each of them.

Chloe, his little girl was as sweet and full of life as can be. She and their little fox terroir were inseparable with each other.

He missed watching them through the window, running and chasing each other with glee.

He missed watching them through the window, running and chasing each other with glee. He remembered seeing her cuddling the dog in bed reading a story to it when he went in to say goodnight.

He mustn't die,

He mustn't die, he couldn't let his daughter grow up without having a father.

He mustn't die, he couldn't let his daughter grow up without having a father. Nor could he let his wife raise her alone or leave her to grieve over him.

He missed Maria's beautiful smile, and the way her hands danced across the piano keys playing her sweet music.

A blur of movement rushed past his line of sight and every hair on his neck stood on end.

He re-adjusted his scope and as his view cleared, the murky green figure of a German foot soldier was revealed.

He re-adjusted his scope and as his view cleared, the murky green figure of a German foot soldier was revealed. He seemed on edge and was moving with purpose.

Mark felt a new rush of adrenaline and his eyebrows knit together in concentration.

He laid there like a cat about to pounce on an unsuspecting bird.

Mark had him in his sights, the perfect shot all lined up.

Mark had him in his sights, the perfect shot all lined up. He released the safety and sucked his breath in sharply, holding it.

His finger started to squeeze the trigger,

His finger started to squeeze the trigger, but just before the hammer fell, his outbreath caught in his throat.

The German soldier was quietly creeping towards a pile of rubble where the fur of a German Shepard dog was stained a ruddy red.

Time stopped still as Mark watched the German soldier lift the rubble off of the dog and sit beside it.

Time stopped still as Mark watched the German soldier lift the rubble off of the dog and sit beside it. Blood weeded out of the dog's stomach each time it took a breath.

Its whimpers carried across the breeze to where Mark lay motionless as the seconds drew out.

The tension as tight as a violin string.

"There, there," the soldier spoke soothingly.

"There, there," the soldier spoke soothingly. "You did a good thing boy, a really good thing."

Mark's gun was still at the ready, but he slowly released his finger off the trigger.

The dog's black soulful eyes kept haunting him.

Mark could see the genuine empathy in the soldier's kind heart.

Mark could see the genuine empathy in the soldier's kind heart. He looked back through the scope, but this time,

Mark could see the genuine empathy in the soldier's kind heart. He looked back through the scope, but this time, with open eyes.

He could have sworn he saw the soldier wipe a few tears with his sleeve as he walked away from the motionless dog.

Suddenly, he heard a single shot ring out, breaking the silence.

The German soldier fell to his knees, his fists clenched together by his sides in agony.

The German soldier fell to his knees, his fists clenched together by his sides in agony. Mark swivelled his gun around and saw a tall British alley, aiming his gun at the German ready to shoot again and this time, kill him for sure.

Mark squeezed the trigger.

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