Righteous Sniper

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Seven roads converged on Bastogne, and Caje Cole was on one of them, in the back of an open truck with several other men, rushing toward the fighting at the encircled town.

On second thought, the idea that the truck was “rushing” anywhere was more like wishful thinking, considering the rough condition of the forest road. Even the term road was a stretch, since this was little more than a one-lane track through the woods.

“Beats walking,” said a soldier on the bench opposite him.

“If you say so,” Cole replied.

“You think the Krauts are done yet?” the soldier said, looking concerned. “As soon as we get some tanks up here, that’s got to be it for them.”

Cole gave the GI a harder look. The fresh-faced soldier in his new uniform was definitely a replacement sent to the front line, and Cole knew damn well that greenbeans didn’t last long.

Not in this cold. Not against SS troops. Not against battle-hardened Wehrmacht soldiers either. And definitely not against Tiger tanks.

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