A SNIPER

I am a sniper. Somehow I was involved in the bloody war. My family was destroyed, by the disaster created by human themselves. Maybe I was the only survivor, I’m not sure. Anyway, I didn’t care. I was fated to be a killer, fighting in the north German city.
It was winter, which is as cold as my heart. I did my business throughout the ruined city with my musket. Many enemies were terminated by my bullets. This day I hid myself besides a bridge and waited for my targets. When suddenly an enemy tank showed up at the end of the street and rolled towards the bridge. “Shit!” I muttered. Seeing it was just firing blindly, I knew I was not exposed. But exploration around me placed me in an extremely dangerous situation. Without hesitation, I evacuated from the death zone and took shelter under a short barrier. Sitting up and looking over the barrier, I discovered a hostile soldier who was hiding behind a building. At the same time he discovered me and fired swiftly, as quickly as lightning. Having no time to think, I was wounded in my shoulder, blood running out. For hundreds of times I saw my enemies moaning for their pains or even dying at once, which can be entertaining. This time, I was hurt by a bastard who was also an excellent sniper. It wasn’t fun. I knew if I expose myself once more, I would go to heaven, or hell instead.
I took off my cap and hanged it on the tips of my musket. Slowly, I raised my musket until the cap was beyond the barrier and appear in his view, with his range. Again that guy shot, which was what I expected. The bullet made a hole through my cap, implying that this shot was more accurate than the one before. Seen from such a distance, the guy didn’t realize that my head wasn’t under the cap. “Get you!” I smiled, forgetting my own pain. I shook the musket slightly and dragged it down just like a man collapsed painfully after being shot. “ It seems that I’m better at acting.” I thought. “Enjoy your lesson, young man!”
Sure enough he was taken in and believed that I was terminated. He was not that cautious and got out of his shelter to relax. Almost his whole body was exposed. I had to say he was well-shaped and outstanding. “Maybe you are quite handsome but it won’t count anymore!” I got my musket ready and aimed at his head proficiently as I had done thousands of times before. Still unaware of the danger, he took out a cigar and began to smoke. “Farewell, baby!” I said in my heart and fired.
He collapsed at once, dead. There was no moan. Perhaps he was filled with anger, doubt and depression before he died or he even had no time o figure out what happened. I approached his body, wanting to see more clearly the man who caused me so much trouble. He lay peacefully with bottom up. “It’s not a good pose.” I said to him and kneeled down besides him. Carefully I turned over his head and saw a bloody, but familiar face.
It was my elder brother.