The Decline and Fall of Pax Americana Chapters 1
The Decline and Fall of Pax Americana Chapters 1 - 21 by Desert Doc and AgrayMan Chapter-1 Sniper Mark Williams lay perfectly still, despite the ants finding their way up his camouflaged BDU pants. He sweated silently onto the cheek pad of his National Guard issue M- 24 sniper rifle, as the insect repellent washed into his eyes, causing them to burn and tear. He breathed slowly, evenly, and quietly as he peered through the riflescope. The soldiers some 600 meters below were a mixed lot, some moving slowly, cautiously and alertly. These soldiers held their rifles with their muzzles up, at a forty-five degree angle, fingers outside the trigger guard, their eyes and heads constantly on the move. They moved forward a few paces then stopped, apparently trying to listen. Although Mark was too far away to hear much beyond the occasional sound of voices, it was apparent that some of the other soldiers were screwing off, making too much noise. Mark mentally shook his head and grinned. The soldiers continued up the draw, their forward point men having past his position several minutes ago, one almost stepping on Mark and his spotter, Dave, as the point man trudged tiredly along the ridge, holding his M-16A2 rifle by the carry handle on top, rather than in the ready position. As the man had passed, Mark had put his face down in the dirt, fighting every instinct to jump up and attack or run. But he trusted his training to let the Ghillie suit hide him. He could hear Dave quietly let out his held breath as the point man stumbled and muttered his way out of earshot.
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