Snipers required special qualifications and were chosen first. Volunteers were called for – “Any marksmen?” – there were none. “First class shots?” – I looked at Bradley and raised my eyebrows. He responded by whispering - “No fatigues!”. Simultaneously we took one step forward and were thereupon nominated as Platoon Snipers.
Poor Forster was nowhere in the running when it came to shooting and gloomily foresaw the break-up of the trio. I am glad it did not work out that way.
6:55am parades.
Detailed sniper with Bradley.
Map reading, contour lines, etc.
Air raids.
Half day off.
On the range in evening.
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