Narrative Essay On A Sniper

The first shot came from a suppressed rifle, there was little evidence it was ever fired. Suddenly, a car about ten rows in front of me jolted sharply and hit the barrier. The trailer was jerked sideways and the road was blocked.
“Sniper! Everyone take cover!” The radio screamed to life for those who hadn’t seen or heard the crash. The convoy quickly followed their order.
I grabbed my rifle and hit the ground in an instant. I left the door open for cover and peaked out from the area between the door and the ground, but I couldn’t see much of anything. I heard the air brakes of the semi as it quickly pulled to a stop, several soldiers got out of the back and took up position in the surrounding area.
The snipers didn’t hold back while we were getting down, they pounced, knowing this was their best opportunity. Once we all took cover it would simply be a standoff, who would peak their head out first, and
who would be able to surround the snipers. In total, five people were shot in those first few seconds of the ambush. Only two of them would make it, which was actually a good number for the time. Our medical supply was poor and the fact that even one of them survived was nothing short of a miracle.
Everyone lay on the ground for some time, several minutes at least. From time to time we would hear a window shatter or a bullet smash against pavement or concrete. I also heard the sound of the soldiers from the semi and even a few zealous cowboys returning fire. Most probably had no idea where they were shooting or what they were shooting at, but they were satisfied to shoot at something.
“There is air support incoming, everyone stay down,” the radios said in unison in a way that could easily be perceived as creepy.
We waited, quite possibly another hour before the promise was made true. Two jets soared overhead with intense speed. Everyone kept down as we heard powerful explosions and felt the ground shake beneath us. When we looked back up we saw that anything they might have used for cover was long gone and so were they. Our ears still rang as we set back off down the road.
It wasn’t until we stopped later that night that we could fully assess the damage. Four people in total were killed. Passengers from the convoy took their cars so as to not leave a single thing behind. We buried our dead, which was quite a luxury. Some people had to kick out their shattered windshields, and driving without was not an easy task. Several trailers had been shot at and a few collections of gasoline had been hit, some had exploded upon impact, while others simply leaked the vital fluid onto the trailer. Jugs of water and food supplies had also been
pulverized.