Personal Narrative: My Sniper

The next minute I felt a hand on my shoulder completely pulling me like a ragdoll back into the ditch. I could still hear the agony in the dead soldier’s voice. Then Larry exclaimed, “GET YOURSELF TOGETHER HAYES!” and began to listen to Lt. Arthur on what to do next. They were shooting at us from a small farmhouse to our northeast. All around us was as flat ground so we needed a diversion. Cover fire was ordered and we began to approach a bundle of trees near the farm house. Still recovering from the horror, I just witnessed, I ran for my life to a nearby tree where we were supposed to take cover.

It seemed like ages before he was free. He ran back towards the British line, expecting at any moment to feel a bullet rip through him. Then, out of the blue, a single shot rumbled across the dormant battlefield. Ed spun around just in time to see the German commander’s pistol smoking. The machine gunner who had spared his life was slumped over, motionless.

What would you do if you were a sniper in the civil war or a man that walks through his town after a civil war? In fact this is what happens in two stories called the “Sniper, and the “Cranes”. In the story “Cranes” a police officer sees his friend and has to decide whether he let his friend be free or send to a prison because he was looked as the cause of the civil war. The “Sniper” is about a young man who is in the civil war who killed his brother.

As a former company intern, the possibility of returning to Targeted Victory to work with the client strategy team serves as the ideal situation for both the company and I. The experience and training that I gained at Targeted Victory, in the year that I was there, has been one of the most insightful work periods of my life. Now as the opportunity to return to the company presents itself, I see no better move than to return to the company that taught me and invested in me while I still relatively new to the political arena.

Liam O’Flaherty uses the conflict between the two snipers to help describe the main character. “She was pointing to the roof where the sniper lay. An informer. The turret opened. A man’s head and shoulders appeared, looking toward the sniper. The sniper raised his rifle and fired. The head fell heavily on the turret wall. The woman darted toward the side street. The sniper fired again.”(O’Flaherty 1-2) moments like this help us understand the main character and his mentality to do anything if it helps him survive. As the battle ensued the sniper always did whatever it took to live, even resorting to tricking the enemy sniper just to get a shot off at him. This life and death battle the sniper has to go through is what hooked me on this story, but what really made me love it was the resolution, “Then the sniper turned over the dead body and looked into his brother’s face.”(O’Flaherty 4).

War is truly violent and awful job, especially for a sniper. Shooter is about a Marine scout sniper named Jack Coughlin that plays a small role in the 2003 invasion of Iraq. His new style of urban sniping makes it much easier for his fellow Marines. He takes out threats before they can even come close to his men. He is at the front of the action as the ¾ battalion moves from town to town on a campaign to Baghdad. In this journal, I will visualize a sandstorm, clarifying Jack meeting the person he shot, that lived, and connecting Jack meeting his enemy and a football game.

“Time to go my brother,” said Shinkai as we were on the roof top. We’re doing a mission The B.O.S.S (that's us) are trying to stop the Chinese and German air lines because they are boarding American people and have bombs on the planes so now we’ve got to stop them. “Get your snipers and ziplines setup and ready just in case if they see us,” I shouted. It was going to be tough but our plan was foolproof so we were clear on that one.(and B.O.S.S means Brutal Official Se Society)”Sir they spotted us”said Carl.(the new member of the group his name's Carl he's pretty nice) “Let's move out men stick to the plan we can't lose anybody,” Ethan shouted. “Danny fire when ready,” Rayson told me.(we call him Ray instead of Rayson) “Get to the chopper Terminator classic” I shouted. “Danny we could use some missiles right now,” Matt said while hitting me in the head. “Yeah,yeah I’m on it,” I said sarcastically.

I was little, six or seven when I shot my first gun. The Ruger ten twenty-two; the smallest gun we had in the house at the time. Dad was in a shooting contest with just shooting twenty-twos. Every now and then he would let me shoot. The first shot I ever took; Dad was there to help me shoot and learn what to do and what not to do. WHAM, the gun went off; the bolt slams open and I got the first smell and taste of gunpowder being burnt. Talk about the best smell and taste; that was one of them! I leaned over to Dad and asked: can I shoot some more? He said have at it. WHAM, WHAM, WHAM; all between 4 second of ejecting the round and pulling the trigger.

On one evening, a man drove up in an armoured car, and had experienced something that had happened before, but not in a long time. He was used to gunshots at night, but hadn’t usually been there to witness a death. This man was tall, and thin. He had eyes as blue as the sky. He had a wife, and three kids, and his life had been as good as it can be. His life was always interesting, when he knew the sniper had been out. There was always a story to tell, and he had many encounters with him. The man had usually been at the wrong place at the wrong time.

The Sniper is a daring character that takes chances and does things that are dangerous even in a warzone. First, he lights a cigarette, even though he knows that it is a large risk to take that could result in an unfortunate outcome. “Placing a cigarette between his lips, he struck a match, inhaled the smoke

Twilight had just fallen for this free starter sniper this is going to be a long night. Can those damned guns stop firing I swear I won't be able to hear anything by the time this war ends. Come on please something happen. Or last least the transport goes by so I can go home back to my bunk. Oh how I long for the bloody war to end will this republicans know that they are on the wrong side of the war or for the time being please give me something to eat. Wait what's that *BANG* did I hit it. Well the light it out. There shouldn't be any other snipers tonight, so it had to a republican sniper. *BANG* I can't tell if I hit him or not. He know’s where I am now I have to hit him and if i don't he could call backup his shot has to hit. You

In the story “ The Sniper” by ‘Liam O’ Flaherty’ it was a short story of how war is to be considered extremely serious, and its nothing to joke about or play around with. The sniper in the story, accidentally gave away his location when he decided to light up his cigarette, and the funny thing is he exposes himself to the enemy. The other sniper on the opposite side was able to see him. The two snipers both sides then come face to face to each other. Surprisingly, one of the sniper pulls out a brilliant plan and he successfully shoots out a deadly bullet to the enemy sniper. After the line of life and death, the sniper than decided to go and identify the enemy who he shot down and killed. He than approached the body really slowly, than turns

The sniper had laid hidden on a rooftop near O’Connel Bridge keeping watch and being ready to kill any enemy. The Sniper see’s an enemy armored car pull up 50 yards ahead of him, but doesn’t bother shooting at it knowing his bullets will not pierce

I gave Jessie a quick lecture on how to use his gun, I'm still concerned that he might shoot me with it, on accident. We were going to get gas for the stove for some proper food because we have been living off junk for the past week. We went down the stairs me leading with my Glock out in front and the others with their torches behind me. We decided to walk to save the fuel that we already had in case we had to make a quick exit. We walked 3 to 4 blocks without seeing a chaser at all, which is pretty surprising. As we approached the fire station there was a man about 20 metres away. I yelled, “Stop! Stop!“, but the man didn't seem to notice anything. As we approached, he started coming slowly towards us. I yelled, “Stop!”, again and again,

The desert air was cool that night. Scattered shards of moonlight cut through the thick overcast, like spotlights sweeping the arid landscape. Luckily, I was posted with Raymond. He was far less chatty than the other group members. We were stationed on the eastern wing of my group’s watch zone, where we were responsible for disposing of any ‘foreign invaders’. That was our mission, kill all who try to cross the border. At least that's what my dad told me. The padded butt of my AK-12 assault rifle was firmly nudged into my shoulder, feeling as if it was attached to me after two hours of sitting. I fidgeted with the safety out of boredom, something Dad had told me not to do. It was my twelfth outing with the group, as I had only turned