My Sniper-Personal Narrative

I got a rush of excitement and jumped. My body was filled with adrenaline as I glided through the clouds. All three members of my squad were below me. The land below me was getting closer by the second. I could still hear the faded noise of the rotors above me. I quickly made a check that I hadn’t forgot anything. I had my sniper with me, which is the most important thing to have. I checked my altitude as I pulled my parachute. I was jolted upwards, and was now slowly descending towards a deserted area of Afghanistan. I landed on a rooftop. “Took you long enough Mike.” Sergeant Phillips chuckled. “Give me a break…I was enjoying myself.” Sergeant Phillips was the jokester of the group. He was the one that would always brighten our moods. The other two men were Sergeant K.C., and Sergeant James. K.C. was what you would describe as a beast. He showed no fear and would take on any task. James was the nice one. He would never make fun of us even when we would always make fun of him. It was always fun and games though. I was the sniper of the group. Although, I would call myself an all-around person. We are all married with children, so being away from them for long periods of time was very hard to do. Holidays are by far the worst time to be away from home. “Who are we going for anyway?” James asked. “We have been told that there is man, around six feet, with a normal body build, who is causing chaos in his village and is harming innocent civilians.” Sergeant Phillips replied. We were close to our target’s village. We spotted a rooftop that we could scout the scene from. The stairs up to the rooftop were made out of wooden boards which weren't stable. Every step up released a dusty mist into the sky. We stepped out of the run-down building onto another clay rooftop. It was like the one before, but in even worse condition. There was residue on the ground everywhere left from fires and explosions. Many buildings had gaping holes in the side of them left from RPG’s. I took out my binoculars and began to investigate. There was no sign of our target. “Give me those binoculars.” Sergeant Phillip demanded. I passed them over. “No sight of target,” Phillip continued, “Oh wait!… 3 O’Clock…movement in the building.” There was a man in his room, who was acting very suspicious. “Everybody down.” Phillip demanded. Over the horizon there were blurred vehicles coming our way. I looked in the binoculars and was horrified to see a ginormous tank heading in our direction. The suspicious man from before rushed out of the house looking terrified holding an RPG. He shot directly at the tank. 1..2..3.. “Bang!” It was a direct hit. A fire ball shot into the sky filled with smoke and fury. It looked like something you would see in a movie. My squad was shaken …show more content…
did. I was now alone. I knew that I could be in danger now, but I needed to stay in focus. I began to see movement inside the building. It was a figure with a gun. The mysterious figure did look like our target. I quickly grabbed my sniper from behind me and began to aim for it. I couldn’t shoot util I knew it was our target. The figure began to move closer and closer to the window. It finally came peeked its head out the window. The mysterious figure was actually Phillip! He was pointing at me. I didn't know why until his lips began to move. I couldn't hear anything he was saying. He kept on saying two words that I couldn't quite catch until one time I heard those two words which were the worst words I would ever hear. “Behind you!” Phillip yelled. I gradually turned my head to the barrel of a pistol. Everything was out of focus except the barrel. I couldn't figure out who it was behind the trigger. My family flashed before my eyes. Wonderful memories of us altogether. “Bang.” I felt a wind go straight at me. I was beginning to float in my own blood bath. It was very thick blood that was below me. I knew that this was it. I suddenly heard rotors gradually becoming more clear until it was a constant