Ghost Sniper: A World War II Thriller by Healey David

Author:Healey, David [Healey, David]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub, mobi
Publisher: Intracoastal
Published: 2014-01-14T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 15

In Russia, they had called him The Ghost. He came and went unseen—or so it seemed to the enemy. What appeared otherworldly to the Russians had, in fact, been simple preparation. Von Stenger and Wulf were in position long before dawn, having hiked the short distance toward the bridge near Caponnet over a tributary of the Merderet River.

Von Stenger knew it was a likely crossing point for American forces frustrated by the stalemate at the La Fiere bridge. When they tried to cross, he and Wulf would be waiting to pick them off. The two snipers would be able to hold off a fair-sized Allied force, freeing up German forces desperately needed elsewhere.

He'd also brought Fritz along. The boy was useless as a soldier, but he made a good pack horse, carrying food, the spare uniform and helmet and rope, and extra ammunition. Once Von Stenger had hidden himself in the trees, he planned to shoot as many Allied troops as possible without having to worry about resupplying.

"Here is what I want you to do with the uniform," Von Stenger said to the boy, and showed him how to stuff it with pine straw until it had some semblance of a human form. "Now, you climb. You can be a monkey, can't you?"

It was hard to see in the pre-dawn darkness, but Fritz managed to get maybe five meters into the tree, and then lowered a rope. Von Stenger tied the dummy to that and had the boy haul it up. Following the sniper's directions, Fritz perched the dummy on a long branch, then lashed a rifle along the branch, as if the dummy was aiming the weapon.

"Be careful, boy, that rifle is loaded."

Up close, the dummy was not very convincing. But seen from the other side of the river, obscured by trees, the dummy would be enough to fool an American marksman.

A string ran from the trigger of the rifle, then around a branch that served as a fulcrum, and from there down to the forest floor. Von Stenger waited until Fritz had climbed down. "When I tell you to, you pull that string. It will make the rifle fire."

Even in the dim light, Von Stenger could see the boy's quizzical look. "But Herr Von Stenger, the dummy can't hit anything."

"I don't want the dummy to shoot anything. That's my job and Wulf's. The dummy's job is to get shot. Now pay attention, and pull that string when I tell you to, and not a moment before. You are our eyes on the ground, so shout a warning if someone comes."

"Yes, Herr Hauptmann."

He turned to Corporal Wulf. "You and I will take alternating shots," he said. "You take the first one. They will send a scout across the bridge first—shoot to wound. The legs are good; the belly is better. The others will come out to rescue him, and then we can pick them off."

"What if they all come across the bridge at once, Herr Hauptmann?"

"Surely they can't be that stupid," he said.

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