Fallen Sniper

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Caje Cole heard movement on the trail ahead and signaled for the others behind him to halt. Abruptly, the sounds in front of him stopped and the surrounding woods and rocky terrain seemed to be holding its breath.

Whatever was out there knew that Cole’s squad was here. It was too much to hope that it was a deer or wild boar. He hadn’t seen much wildlife in Korea, even here in some of the more remote hills.

No, whatever was out there was likely Chinese, riled up, and well-armed.

He held himself very still, straining to hear something more. Mostly, he heard the permanent ringing that had developed in his ears, a consequence of firing a Springfield rifle through two wars.

At any moment, he half-expected gunfire to come ripping at him through the brush. He held his rifle with its scoped sight halfway to his shoulder, poised to fire — and just as ready to hit the deck.

But Cole wasn’t one to turn tail and run. He sniffed the air like some prehistoric hunter — the rifle could have been his spear — and studied the brush ahead with his intense gray eyes.

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