Personal Narrative: The Sniper

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The Sniper I heard the steps on London Boulevard. My heart was racing. I felt like my heart was going to explode. The Nazi General Norman Kirkpatrick. He had an army, and I had a Remington 270 783 and four clips. The army was made of the best of the best in Germany. I was the best sniper in the USA army. I prayed that I wouldn't be shot. As I looked through the scope I saw General Kirkpatrick’s badge through my scope. The badge was above his heart. I took a deep breath, and shot him right through the heart, then gunshots rang out through the city they saw me. One of the Nazis said “Feuer Fur Fuhrer”. I was holding my head protecting myself from the bricks, and debris. I called for backup, but they said it was too risky. I turned around and …show more content…

All the sudden they started running in all directions. I saw a tank, it said USA. I cried in laughter. I waved my hands, and they waved back. I ran down there and hugged everyone. I went back to the camp, and they said I was relieved of my duty. I was going home. When I got there everything changed. My wife divorced me, and was seeing other people. I was depressed, and I had PTSD(Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). I was homeless, and shaky. I would go up to people to clobber them. My reason was because I felt like it. I was marked as a mental retard. Two weeks later I was institutionalized. I was in extreme care. I had no visitors, besides the inmates who spit on me. It was early morning Wednesday, and the guards said “Wake up you rat you have a visitor”. I gasped when I saw it was her. She was crying. I told her how she was a traitor, and she should be arrested for cheating. When the police beat me up with a nightstick. When they were done I saw her cry so I said “don’t cry”, but she said “damn you”. The next day I was freed from jail. The first thing I did was I bought a 1942 Ford Coupe, and drove all the way to Nevada. Then I bought a house with a gun safe. The next thing I bought was a 7 mag with some

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