First+Person+Story+from+non-main+character+point+of+view

I gritted my teeth, and closed my eyes as I leaned against this concrete wall, with dirt on my face, and my rifle pinned up against my chest diagonally. Jacob was crouched under the slit, peaking over the edge. A breeze came through the bunker door, one that chilled us very deeply.

The bunker was standing 30 feet from the edge of the forest, looking out 50 yards to the opposite tree line. There he was, our enemy, somewhere in the vegetation.

There was no illumination and subsequent blinding from the sun, which hadn't been seen in 5 days. It was the late fall, the grass was still green but the trees were still bland and the ground was dirty and the sky was unemotional and white. "BAM!". A shot scraped by on the concrete edge of the bunker, and a trail of small dust rose up quickly.

"Get down!" Jacob yelled, and bent again under the bunker window. "I didn't spot it this time." We were still pinned. It had been this way for 2 hours now, and our attempts to call for help might be futile as none of the soldiers would want to risk getting shot by a sniper they didn't know the whereabouts of. "I'm sure he keeps moving. He must be a smart one." We kept to the bunker floor and took out some hardtack. "They have to be here soon. I know they can't just leave us behind like this. They're probably sending a sniper. He better be good, and thank god that the leaves are wet today." I nodded in agreement, although I'm sure if the leaves were dry and crackly we might of found this enemy already, and not of had to send backup. Just maybe. It think we're that good. I hope we're that good. Our survival depends on it.

Jacob's phone crackled and a voice began to sound on it. "You might be able to see me. I'm across from the door." Jacob signaled for me to open the door. Once I did, he put his rifle up to his eye and looked through the scope.

"There he is, our man." Our sniper was there, 100 yards away from us, in his camouflage raincoat, a hood over his head and his body against several collapsed trees of decaying wood and shrubbery.

Another shot in the distance. Jacob looked out into the forest. He saw a flash of the firing gun and saw where the sniper had been, behind a tree well consumed in the thickness. We knew the enemy had gotten our comrade. Jacob aimed his gun and again examined his scope. As fast as he could Jacob spotted the sniper and fired his gun. "Crap! I missed! Let's go!" It was now or never. We slammed open the door and sprinted behind the bunker and into the woods. We hopped stumps and streams, panting and making sure we got as far away as we could.

A bullet wizzed overhead and hit a treetop right above us. He must of had a direct position on us. "Keep going!" Jacob yelled. Another bullet passed by and went to my right, blowing off the side of a hardwood in front of me. I ducked my head, as futile as it might seem, and put my hands in front of my face to protect my eyes from the branches of the large bushes. The rifle weighed me down, but still persisted to stay on my back with it strapped securely on. Jacob and I started to run out of breath. We had run about a mile now, and I knew we must be at a good distance away. "Sergeant, what do you propose we do now?" I asked.

"He's been coming after us since the last time he shot at us."

"But sir, don't you think he would have just let us go? I think it would be best if we walked on our way back to HQ."

"He came after us. He won't give up, I know it. We must run back to the nearest patrol."

"Alright sir, I think we should get go-" My leg blew open with blood out of the back of my leg. The pain was unbearable. "Ahhh!" I fell to the ground clenching my wound. Jacob grabbed my arm and started to drag me to the cover of some logs and plants. I let out another scream of agony. He began to cover the wounds and put pressure on them as quickly as he could. He tore a small hole at the area I had been shot and wrapped a bandage around it.

"Look, you're going to have to spot for me, if we have any chance of living. We're below a drop of the ground, so he shouldn't be able to see us right yet. Do you hear me? I'm going to give you a little morphine. But only a little. You have to concentrate." He stuck the needle at a vein in my arm, and pressed the fluid into my body. Before I had the chance to begin to feel the effects he gave me his binoculars. "You know I can't have my rifle pointed too long. It's too obvious as a target, it'll give away our position."

"Yes sir." A little blood seeped from my teeth. Here it was. The last chance to save ourselves. I found a secure place within the plants and behind a great bush in front of me, so there were plenty of branches and twigs obstructing normal sight. Putting my binoculars to my eyes, I mapped out the area before me in my mind. There were large trees, in the sum of fallen leaves and small streams, 2 to 3 feet wide, a good 4 of them, parallel to each other and running consecutively 200 yards ahead of me. They were located in a small topographical dip in the forest, and ahead of the streams was a short but lengthy ridge about 200 yards after. On the end of this ridge was a series of large rock cliffs, which had vegetation on it and was marked up with dirt and more dead leaves. And just after 50 yards of stone flatness there was another start of grass and overgrowth. It was my best bet that he was in this area. It was on ground a little higher than where I had been shot before, so it looked like a decent vantage point. My binoculars were skimming every inch of this cliff, moving horizontally along all its features. I stopped them looking at the rocks at a direction right in front of me. 'He could still be in there.' I thought. I waited, watching closely at every detail. I began to see something move, it was dark green with patches of brown tied to it. The sniper got up and moved to his right, crouching slowly with a 4 yard window to his points of cover. I signaled to the sergeant. He came over to where I was. "He's there, to the left of the great crevice in the rock cliff, 70 yards back and just in the forest." Jacob pulled his rifle off his back.

"Let's hope this works. We only have a small window of time until he sees the scope." He said,and laid down firmly on his stomach, his legs tightened together and his feet were close to me. "I see him. Here goes." I looked down at the landscape where the sniper was supposed to be. A small flash of light illuminated itself in the distance, followed by an echoing "CRACK- crack-crack." The bullet hit the top of the bush we were submerged in and the twigs came down fast. In this split second, a gallon of sweat poured from my palms and rested on my brow and forehead. Jacob relaxingly answered the bullet, and shot his rifle with an unmistakable "BANG!".

"He's dead." I gave out a deep exhalation, my chest inflating and then getting very smaller. "Let's get back to the patrol. I'm going to have to carry you a little way there." He gave out a tiny chuckle of negative reception. "I'll call for a squad and a stretcher as soon as we reach the dirt road. Good job today." He said, and began to put my arm around his shoulder, lifting me to my feet, his right hand on my ribs.