snotlings

Chubb Fellowes: Is anyone out there?

Range, five hundred metres. Wind, five kloms per hour, easterly. Target moving at walking pace. Breathe in, breath out, breathe in, hold. Squeeze the trigger gently, release and breathe out. Slowly crawl backwards and relocate. The sound that the rifle made would have been hard to distinguish at fifty metres, let alone five hundred. The … Continue reading →