Rising Sniper

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Jasper Cole always did have keen eyes, which meant he was the first one to see the planes coming in.

The young man from Tennessee was among several crew members who had the bad luck to be on duty this Sunday morning, while others got to sleep in a little later in their cramped bunks in the depths of the battleship USS Arizona.

Low in the sky, the early morning sun glinted off the waters of Pearl Harbor, forcing Jasper to raise his hand and shade his eyes. Truth be told, the light felt like glittering shards hitting his eyes, and his head ached with a dull throb. That was to be expected, considering that the night before had been spent ashore, visiting the bars that sailors frequented for cheap beer and a chance at female company.

There was plenty of one and not much of the other. Of course, female company could be bought for a price, but so far Jasper had resisted the urge, having heard horror stories from his fellow sailors about being given three minutes to get the job done. Then there were the required visits to the sick bay for an embarrassing exam to prevent venereal disease.

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