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. …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