It was a long June night, a republican sniper was laying on the roof-top with his rifle over his shoulders. He had a thin face, and was ready to sacifice himself if it was needed. He began to eat his food, when he finshed he took a flash of whiskey and began to drink from it. He putted it back into his pocket. He wanted to smoke a cigarette he knew it would be dangerous to lighter op a cigarette. The enemies could maybe se the flash. He took the changes and began to smoke. Then a bullet went over his head. He went across the roof,to a chimney. He could not se his enemy, he must be undercover. A car came slowly up the street. He could not shoot threw it, the car was made of metal. Then a old woman came over to the car, she pointed at the roof, the old lady was an informer. the turret opened an the man looked out. The sniper took his rifle and shoot the man in his head. He reloaded, and shoot the old lady. Then suddenly from the other roof he got shoot in his arm. It was dead he couldnot use it. He bent down to pick his rifle, but he couldnot shoot with it he was to weak now. He took his knife and began to take the bullet out off his arm. He putted som whiskey i the hole and, placed a cotton wool over it and then he putted a bandage over his arm and tied it with his teeth. He tried to overcome the pain.
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