The Sniper Continues - Original Writing

The Sniper Continues - Original Writing

It was cold and empty, all life drained. The Sniper looked deep into

his brother's face and reminisced of the days when they would play

with toy guns and kill each other. He imagined his brother sitting up

and laughing just as he would have done years ago. He still kept

looking into his brother's face oblivious to the hail of gunfire

around him. He hugged his brother's limp dead body and cried on his

shoulder shaking, it took a bullet hitting the chest of his brother to

bring him back to his senses.

He grabbed the tags of the free state sniper and pocketed them. He lay

behind the body using it for cover he aimed his revolver, with his

left hand and fired down towards the silhouette, of the enemy machine

gunner. In the crisp morning light he fired and fired again. The

machine gunner thudded to the cobbled street.

He picked up his brothers body and put it over his left shoulder it

was extremely difficult with one arm. He took it into the flat where

he was garrisoned and lay the body down gently as if careful not to

hurt him. He stuck his head out the door looked down the street it was

clear he ran out and down a back alley in the direction of HQ.

It had been a week since that dreadful morning he knew that he had to

tell his parents what he had done. He hadn't spoken to them in 8

years. He left when he was 15 to go to Belfast but he hadn't just left

he had stormed out after a messy, horrible punch up with his dad,

after which swore to himself that he would never speak to him again.

The Sniper sat at the coffee table of the abandoned house he had

returned to, to watch over his brother's ...

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"What are you doing here son?" asked Sinead putting herself between

here husband and her son.

Paddy replied "I needed to tell you myself you deserve that much," he

pulled the tags out of his pocket and held them out for his mum, she

took them and almost immediately broke down and cried, she turned and

hugged her husband, who looked at the tags and walked forwards, tears

swelling up in his eyes, he hit Paddy again who remained motionless

for few seconds but then he let it all out, what he had been bottling

up for twelve days he came forward, looked at his dad and they both

broke down and hugged each other, Paddy looked back at the cart which

his brother was laying dead in and thought to himself, how pointless

and how much he hated war and he swore to himself that he would never

fight in another war ever again.