The crosshairs were fixed on the German’s head. The Russian held his breath and steadied the rifle, prepared to take the shot. His cheeks grew slack and his eyes squinted to get a better view of the target. The Russian pulled back on the trigger, releasing the projectile.
The shot sailed through the air and landed just a foot below the German’s head, burying itself in the sandbags set up around the perimeter. Shit! he thought. He had miscalculated the bullet drop. The German, recognizing this as the perfect opportunity to strike back, poised his rifle and fired a shot in return.
The bullet whistled towards the Russian at high speed. It grazed the man’s ear, rupturing some of the tissue in his earlobe. The Russian hollered in pain, ducking behind cover and applying pressure to the wound. At the very same moment, the German also felt an intense, burning sensation in his ear.
This puzzled the German, because as far as he knew, he hadn’t been struck by a bullet. He swabbed the side of his ear with his middle and index fingers to see if there was a wound—his gloved hand didn’t show any blood on it, so he couldn’t have been shot. What on earth could have happened?
The Russian cursed under his breath and cautiously poked his head above the sandbags while looking through the scope. He aligned the crosshairs with the German’s head and pulled back on the trigger once more, firing yet another projectile towards the German dog.
The bullet tore through the German’s shoulder, eliciting an anguished scream as he fell backwards onto the ground. Suddenly and without warning, the German saw a multitude of Russians surrounding him asking what had happened. How could he understand their language? It did not matter. Recognizing them as the enemy, he reached for his pistol to shoot them, but he had not the strength to do this. His eyes began to feel heavy and he could not resist the urge to lull into a deep sleep.
The German awoke alongside his brothers-in-arms who were defending the encampment. He tried to bring himself to his feet, but he felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder. It was then he remembered he'd been shot. Who were those people? Where did they go? He shook his head and disregarded those thoughts, writing them off as mere hallucinations. A medic soon came to the German’s side and bandaged his wound.
Meanwhile, the Russian had experienced a similar episode. He came back into consciousness just as, if not more, confused as the German. He looked to the left and saw his comrades holding up fort there. He, too, tried to find his footing but found that he had an equally intense pain in his right shoulder. He glanced at where the pain was emanating from, but there was not an entrance nor an exit wound to be seen. He concluded that he must have experienced some kind of psychological episode that is commonplace during war. He ignored the burning sensation in his arm and returned to his post.
The German was determined to end his opponent once and for all. With his wound bandaged by a tourniquet, he arose and briefly surveyed the landscape to get a visual on the enemy sniper. After a few moments, he spotted the Russian swine looking through his scope. Seizing the opportunity, the German aimed for the man’s throat to inflict a slow, painful death of blood loss and asphyxiation for all of the suffering that bastard had caused. With his breath held and weapon poised, the German pulled the trigger. The shot rang true.
Written by Likferd