Irish-dipstick
11-15-06, 07:15 PM
the sniper has just killed another sniper...to find out that he had just shot his brother....this piece is based in ireland 1922 during the civil war.....
The Sniper....
The sniper who stared into his brothers eyes, when a tear rolled down his face he thought the war couldn’t do any more damage than it already has, but now not only has it destroyed a country tearing it apart like wild dogs feasting on a piece of meat, the civil war has destroyed his family as well. The sniper only had but a few seconds too collect himself or he would be laying dead next to his brother, but it’s not like the thought never crossed his mind, but in his heart he knew he was meant to live and his brother to die, so within that moment he collected his things and darted for cover. On his long journey home he had time to collect himself, think a few things over, and basically planned how he would tell his mother and father that he was responsible for the death of his brother, as day broke and he neared his home, the sniper felt a fear that he never felt during battle it was if he had been caught by the free state army attached to poll and was ready to be sentenced to death by a firing squad.
It crossed his mind not to tell his mother and father what happened; he also had a clear mind what if the Free State army had beat him to his home, to tell his parents of the tragic death of their son. As he approached his home his arm was still bleeding and it was obvious to people standing around that this man was no farmer he was either of the Free State army or he was of the Irish Republican Army, seeing that the sniper was in need of healing a woman descended from the crowd, her face pale and worn in grief over the divided country, the weary sniper looked at the woman with a fire in his eyes and a passion for freedom, but the cost that he paid was much too high that not even the taxes collected by the British a few years earlier could not amount in his eyes, the sniper started to run but you could see his injury affected him, as he tripped over a wooden bucket he landed in a puddle of muddy water, to his grief and sadness there was the image of his brothers pale lifeless face, he quickly skittered to his feet, at this moment he felt cold inside yet felt a heated sensation on his arm, he quickly moved on and reached his home.
As he walked towards his street he seen an armoured car, so the sniper quickly hid himself as he watched in silence, as the armed officer gave the saddening news to his parents, he stood firm as his mother wept and fell to her knees, then to look at his fathers face and to see tears was to hard to bear, as his father was a large strong man who could never be brought to his knees. As the armoured car road off into the distance, the sniper slowly emerged from the corner he gently rested, before he went into his home he leaned up against the rough stoned wall, reached into his pocket for a drink of courage, slowly moving the whiskey flask to his lips, but to find that he had run out and that he would have to face his parents alone.
Clearly the wound republican sniper was delirious and exhausted both physically and emotionally from his battle with his own brother and could barely lift his hand to knock on the hard wooden door, as he knocked a splint of wood fell from the door, as his mother could not bear to hear that here other son had perished in the pointless civil war, the snipers father answer the door and to his disbelieve and happiness their stood his eldest son, as his father moved to embrace his son, the sniper fainted.
The sniper woke to see his mother and father by the fire side, he was in shock still from his injury but when he looked at his arm it wasn’t there anymore it had been taken to stop the infection from spreading across his body. The sniper struggled to push himself up to sit down, so his father helped him to a seated position. His mother got up and entered the kitchen she brought out a broth for her son to eat saying the words “you don’t look well, here drink up now”. After eating a meal with his parents the sniper proceed to tell them the story of how he got shot and then as he was about to reveal the enemy snipers identity he got a lump in his throat, his face turned a very pale white as he uttered the words “I shot my own flesh and blood”, a tear ran from his face as his father stood in shock and his mother tried to hold her tears in, his father took up his mother to his arms and held her while she quietly cried and walked outside.
That was when the sniper wrote a version of the snipers promise, he recited
“Oh mother, oh mother please would you comfort me, I know these awful things are meant to be, but when the war for freedom has been won, I promise you I’ll put away my gun”.
The sniper wrote it down on a piece of paper and left it in plain sight of his father who watched his son as he pack food gathered his weapons, and left through the door, as the sun was shining bright the sniper left his home to return for orders at his post.
The Sniper....
The sniper who stared into his brothers eyes, when a tear rolled down his face he thought the war couldn’t do any more damage than it already has, but now not only has it destroyed a country tearing it apart like wild dogs feasting on a piece of meat, the civil war has destroyed his family as well. The sniper only had but a few seconds too collect himself or he would be laying dead next to his brother, but it’s not like the thought never crossed his mind, but in his heart he knew he was meant to live and his brother to die, so within that moment he collected his things and darted for cover. On his long journey home he had time to collect himself, think a few things over, and basically planned how he would tell his mother and father that he was responsible for the death of his brother, as day broke and he neared his home, the sniper felt a fear that he never felt during battle it was if he had been caught by the free state army attached to poll and was ready to be sentenced to death by a firing squad.
It crossed his mind not to tell his mother and father what happened; he also had a clear mind what if the Free State army had beat him to his home, to tell his parents of the tragic death of their son. As he approached his home his arm was still bleeding and it was obvious to people standing around that this man was no farmer he was either of the Free State army or he was of the Irish Republican Army, seeing that the sniper was in need of healing a woman descended from the crowd, her face pale and worn in grief over the divided country, the weary sniper looked at the woman with a fire in his eyes and a passion for freedom, but the cost that he paid was much too high that not even the taxes collected by the British a few years earlier could not amount in his eyes, the sniper started to run but you could see his injury affected him, as he tripped over a wooden bucket he landed in a puddle of muddy water, to his grief and sadness there was the image of his brothers pale lifeless face, he quickly skittered to his feet, at this moment he felt cold inside yet felt a heated sensation on his arm, he quickly moved on and reached his home.
As he walked towards his street he seen an armoured car, so the sniper quickly hid himself as he watched in silence, as the armed officer gave the saddening news to his parents, he stood firm as his mother wept and fell to her knees, then to look at his fathers face and to see tears was to hard to bear, as his father was a large strong man who could never be brought to his knees. As the armoured car road off into the distance, the sniper slowly emerged from the corner he gently rested, before he went into his home he leaned up against the rough stoned wall, reached into his pocket for a drink of courage, slowly moving the whiskey flask to his lips, but to find that he had run out and that he would have to face his parents alone.
Clearly the wound republican sniper was delirious and exhausted both physically and emotionally from his battle with his own brother and could barely lift his hand to knock on the hard wooden door, as he knocked a splint of wood fell from the door, as his mother could not bear to hear that here other son had perished in the pointless civil war, the snipers father answer the door and to his disbelieve and happiness their stood his eldest son, as his father moved to embrace his son, the sniper fainted.
The sniper woke to see his mother and father by the fire side, he was in shock still from his injury but when he looked at his arm it wasn’t there anymore it had been taken to stop the infection from spreading across his body. The sniper struggled to push himself up to sit down, so his father helped him to a seated position. His mother got up and entered the kitchen she brought out a broth for her son to eat saying the words “you don’t look well, here drink up now”. After eating a meal with his parents the sniper proceed to tell them the story of how he got shot and then as he was about to reveal the enemy snipers identity he got a lump in his throat, his face turned a very pale white as he uttered the words “I shot my own flesh and blood”, a tear ran from his face as his father stood in shock and his mother tried to hold her tears in, his father took up his mother to his arms and held her while she quietly cried and walked outside.
That was when the sniper wrote a version of the snipers promise, he recited
“Oh mother, oh mother please would you comfort me, I know these awful things are meant to be, but when the war for freedom has been won, I promise you I’ll put away my gun”.
The sniper wrote it down on a piece of paper and left it in plain sight of his father who watched his son as he pack food gathered his weapons, and left through the door, as the sun was shining bright the sniper left his home to return for orders at his post.