Writing The Sniper's Way.

[Red]

[b]This is the beginning to a story I am currently writing, set in World War II, please tell me what you think. :)[/b]

[i]The Sniper's Way.[/i]

The air was filled with anticipation. Hundreds of soldiers huddled into tiny carrier boats, hurtling towards the coast of France. One soldier, Private Joseph Wiggs, stood at the back of one the boats. He didn't bother listening to the Captain, who was roaring at his men, trying to boost their confidence for the battle ahead.

[i]They'll all be dead before they step off the boat, we're in the middle of the pack.[/i] Joseph thought to himself.

"Thirty seconds until drop-off!" The boat operator nervously exclaimed.

Joseph gave his Springfield a quick once-over, everything seemed to be in working order.

"Okay men, this is it!" The captain screamed as the boat ripped into the sandy beach. Without a moment to spare the front door fell open, allowing the allied soldiers to storm onto the beach. Storm they did not, as a machine gun opened up on the front bay, just as Joseph predicted. The bullets tore through the men in the platoon, not allowing them to even touch the sand before they died.

Joseph took quick action. He hoisted himself over the side of the boat into the water. Keeping his rifle above the waterline, he headed straight for the shore, where he found a wrecked British tank, obviously left behind after Britain evacuated it's soldiers from France.

Joseph watched the other boats slam into the shore, once again opening the bay doors. This time most of the men were lucky, as machine gunners had run out of ammo. Realising he was staring, Joseph crept to the side of the tank on his hands and knees. He took his scope out of his pocket and took a look at the huge concrete bunkers which were encasing the German forces.

Joseph took in as much visual information as he could and ducked back behind the tank, affixing his scope to the Springfield sniper rifle.
He decided to use the left side of the tank, as it would allow him to take out any soldiers on that side without the Germans on the right side being able to see where the bullets were coming from.

Joseph raised his right eye to the scope and the rifle to his shoulder. Everything seemed to slow down to him, as the machine gunners continued firing on the boats and soldiers below.
Joseph lined his sight up on the gunners chest, waiting for him to discontinue firing.

[i]There.[/i]

A loud crack eminated from the barrel of the gun as Joseph squeezed the trigger. The bullet ripped through the Nazi soldiers heart. Blood coated his torso as he collapsed to the floor in agony. Joseph thought nothing of it and pulled the bolt on his rifle, listening to the distinctive noise of the bullet leaving the chamber.

[i]Who's next...[/i]

[Pressure]

[color=purple]Amazing. I can visualize it all. Very 'Saving Private Ryan'. I hope to hear more.[/color]

[Spikey]

That was outstanding. *sighs for more*^^

[Red]

Okay.. this is being written in the quick reply box so don't expect anything amazing, lol.
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Joseph was running out of time, German snipers had amassed on the left side of the massive hill, and were frantically looking for the allied sniper.

Faint screams of dying men could be heard. Joseph might have been a good shot, but he was yet to see the terrors of war. He had not stopped to think that those were people with families that he was shooting, people that were feeling agonising pain when the cold steel pierced through their flesh at high speeds.

His mind wandered, he stared at allied medics desperately trying to heal wounded soldiers, giving morphine to those who had no chance of making it, trying to make their deaths a little more painless.

[i]What have I done?[/i]

"Private! Private!" A higher ranking officer was screaming at Joseph, trying to get his attention. Joseph snapped back into action and turned around, only to be barked at some more.
"We need you to move up to the bank, get moving!" The officer was trying to scream over the ever-growing number of explosive shells pounding the beach.

Joseph sprung up and followed the Captain up to the sand bank, where bangalores were being prepared. After some fumbling, the bangalores were ready and Joseph prepared himself for the task ahead.
A million thoughts ran through his mind at once. Where to go, what to do, how to go about doing it.

[i]Get through the field, and head off to the right. Take cover underneath the bunker and move up from there.[/i] He ran this through his mind, trying to make sure he remembered it.

The bangalores exploded in a mass of sand and dust being flung up into the air. Many of the soldiers screamed and ran through the two man wide hole, trying to avoid being shot by the roaring machine guns.

Joseph strapped his rifle around his shoulder and began running towards the ash covered field. He forgot all that was trying to remember beforehand and ran right, catching up with the remaining soldiers to make it through the death trap. A lieutenant did a brief head count and took a quick look around. A concrete dip ran through the right side of the bunker, and it clearly led inside.

"Grenade.. give me a damned grenade!" The lieutenant cried.

The other soldiers grabbed grenades and handed to the Lieutenant, who immediately pulled the pins and threw the crude explosives down into the dip.

Joseph could hear the screams of the soldiers, as they clambered out of the dip they were shot by the men in the platoon.

[i]No way out..[/i]

"Okay boys, we're moving down into there. You, sniper boy! Use that MG, you're no use to me inside."

Joseph didn't feel insulted, the lieutenant was right after all. Snipers are no use for close range combat. Joseph jumped down into the dip and climbed up a small ladder to use the machine gun. He had only used an allied machine gun, and that was in training. Spreading his feet apart, Joseph took aim at the opposite bunker and opened fire.

[b]This is all I can write right now, I'll edit this a little later :)[/b]

[Dan L]

all I can say is.. "really cool"... I was never one for making good literary criticism.. heh

On second thoughts.. the imagery in there is very good ;)