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On a rooftop near O'Connell Bridge, a Republican sniper lay watching. An armored car came across the bridge and advanced slowly up the street. It stopped on the opposite side of the street, fifty yards away. His heart beat faster. It was an enemy car
Round the corner of a side street came an old woman, she began to talk to the man in the turret of the car. She was pointing to the roof where the sniper lay. An informer. The turret opened. A man's head and shoulders appeared, looking toward the sniper. The sniper raised his rifle and fired. The head fell heavily on the turret wall. The woman darted toward the side street. The sniper fired again. The woman whirled round and fell with a shriek into the gutter.
From the opposite roof a shot rang out and the sniper dropped his rifle with a curse.He stooped to pick the rifle up. He couldn't lift it. His forearm was dead. "I'm hit," he muttered.
Taking off his cap, he placed it over the muzzle of his rifle. Then he pushed the rifle slowly upward over the wall, until the cap was visible from the opposite side of the street.Immediately a bullet pierced the center of the cap. The sniper pushed his rifle forward. The cap fell down into the street. Then catching the rifle in the middle, the sniper dropped his left hand over the roof and let it hang, lifelessly. After a few moments he let the rifle drop to the street. Then he sank to the roof. The other sniper, seeing the cap and rifle fall, thought that he had killed his man.
The Republican sniper smiled and lifted his revolver above the wall. The distance was about fifty yards a hard shot in dim light, and his right arm was in great pain. He took a steady aim. His hand trembled with eagerness. Pressing his lips together, he took a deep breath through his nostrils and fired. His enemy had been hit. He was leaning over the side wall in agony.
He decided to leave the roof to find his commander, to report in. He crawled down through the skylight to the house underneath. When the sniper reached the the street level, he felt a sudden curiosity to know the identity of the enemy sniper who he had killed. The sniper darted across the street. A machine gun fired around him with a hail of bullets, but he escaped. He threw himself beside the corpse. The machine gun stopped. Then the sniper turned over the dead body and looked into his brother's face.
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