Descriptive Essay: The Republican Sniper

The republican sniper turned over the dead body and looked into a face much like his own. The realization of his brother’s blood on his hands was too much for him, without even realizing it he was overcome with red hot tear streaming down his cheeks. It’s not something the average man encounters, to see his own face, blood streaming down his head from a bullet wound, eyes bloodshot and wide open with a gaping hole in between his eyes. It only sank the sniper into a deeper pit of despair realizing he had murdered his own twin brother.

He slowly got up from the ground with his brother's lifeless body slung over his shoulder. Blood gushed out of the wound on his arm and onto his clothing, staining it a dark burgundy. As soon as he had completely stood up, bullets from behind him were being fired. He move as fast as he could, desperately trying to hide himself in a building, before he could get to the building a bullet pierced his side. He clenched his teeth in pain, he wanted to scream and fall to the ground. But he couldn't he had to take his brother away from this horide
He could walk no further, staggering and tripping over his feet, he had finally made it to the back of the small building. He lay the body of his dead brother as gently as he could down beside him. The air was still crisp the sun was just starting to come up, as he looked upon the horizon he remember always waking up early in the morning and watching the sunrise with his brother before a hunting trip. A little snicker escaped his mouth, as he remembered the life he used to life many years ago, before the war when life was simple and easy. The war destroyed his life, took him away from his mother and drove him and his brother, apart forced to choses the side best for them, oh how he hated his