User blog:Peter Griffen Boy/An Eye, A Scope, A Kill.

Okay, so this is my second book so far, I will be working on both, so don't worry about Bush and Bond, so anyway, this is about a Russian sniper in the ruins of Stalingrad, who was left for dead in a charge, attempting to do several things at once, if you guys like it, I'll continue to write it, if you don't I'll shove this under the carpet.

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In the wasteland of what was once the best city in Eastern Europe, lay in ruins, machine guns post set up on the right side, snipers on the left, no mere distinction between the two. Friendly fire everywhere, your head a mere inch above cover, shot. MIlitia forms everywhere, so much for Stalin's City. In the time when the world was at war, death was as typical as blinking. Depending on who it was, some where heart dead, while others were happy to have a blabbermouth dead. However, one man, MIkail Zorbatch, a Russian sniper, knew these rules, he could go days without urinating, go days without eating. He could hold a building for days, without firing a single shot. He didn't care how many of his comrades were killed, as he made no friends, as friends were often killed, in something no less then a blink of the eye