Iron Sniper: A World War II Thriller

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He was a young man in a killing mood. All around him, the landscape was lush and green with summer, but all he saw in the shadowy hedges and copses of trees were sniper hides and the potential for an ambush. That limited worldview had kept him alive so far.

With Micajah Cole, there was always violence simmering just beneath the surface. That violence ran deep as a vein of silver in the Appalachian mountains he called home. Instead of the sun's caress this morning, he felt the cold metal of his rifle and the tension in the trigger beneath his fingertip.

"Will you hurry it up, Hillbilly?" muttered a voice just beyond Cole's right elbow. The voice, with its Brooklyn accent, belonged to Vaccaro. Like Cole, Vaccaro was a sniper, but he was mostly Cole's eyes and ears when he was focused on a target. "The rest of the Army is gonna be in Paris by the time you shoot this son of a bitch."

Cole stayed quiet.

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