This is an image from the Observation Post I mentioned in yesterdays post. No, the scope isn't on a target, if it were I would not post a picture of it, that would be in poor taste. And no I wasn't wasting time taking happy snaps. I documented distances to known points, in case the need arrives to use this roof again as an op.
This second photo, is a happy snap. The all clear had been given, and I stepped down from the box I had to stand on to get a clear sight of my assigned sector. The AC duct behind me got to hot to lie on. I was stepping down from the box, to leave when my partner snapped the shot. It appears after closer examination of the pic, I was not amused. Actually we had been singing a song, a rather crude rendition of an infantry diddy. We are infantry troopers, we're soldiers of the night, we're dirty....well it degenerates from there. I kept stepping up on the box scanning the windows for 2 or 3 minutes (probably too long), then I'd step down (like step classes) duck beneath the wall, move around then step back up in a new location. This was done as to not establish too much of a pattern. Just in case there were any other men out there with scoped weapons. The number one target of a sniper/precision marksman/ or designated marksman is another sniper/precision marksman/ or designated marksman, basically people who have scoped weapons, try to shoot other people with scoped weapons first. It's an odd way to make a living, but to the long rifles out there in the still of the night (ours that is) gentleman, my hat is off to you. Stay hidden, stay in the bubble, and shoot true. I'd trade all the tanks in the world for a Brigade of snipers. Sorry tread-heads no offense, cause I do love the felling of security we have on the road here when we are covered by your guns!