David Healey - Ardennes Sniper

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December 1944. As German forces launch a massive surprise attack through the frozen Ardennes Forest, two snipers find themselves aiming for a rematch. Caje Cole is a backwoods hunter from the Appalachian Mountains of the American South, while Kurt Von Stenger is the deadly German “Ghost Sniper.” Having been in each other’s crosshairs before, they fight a final duel during Germany’s desperate attempt to turn the tide of war in what will come to be known as the Battle of the Bulge. Can the hunter defeat the marksman? Even in the midst of war, some battles are personal.

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Automatically, he raised the Mosin-Nagant to his shoulder, put the sight on the back of the closest fleeing American, and shot him. The second man was even faster and was almost at the fence line. Von Stenger worked the bolt, acquired the target, and squeezed off another round. He worked the bolt again and a second empty shell casing went spinning toward the ground. This man had been running so fast that he tumbled before he lay still.

“Good shooting, sir!” the young SS driver said with something like awe. “I thought you were going to let him get away. What a shot! Incredible!”

Even the SS sergeant looked back toward the vehicle and gave Von Stenger a stingy nod.

“It is better if there are no survivors,” Von Stenger said. “The Americans will never forgive us for this. But what is done is done — at least now there are no witnesses.”

The young driver seemed confused. “Witnesses to what, sir?”

“To a massacre. We just shot more than eighty unarmed Americans prisoners of war. Once word gets out, there won’t be another German taken alive.”

Most of the other soldiers began to move away in order to join the column that was leaving. Breger saw that he was still there and called out to him, “Herr Hauptmann, do you wish to help us finish them off?”

“No, I will let you have that honor.” He turned back to his young SS driver. “Get us out of here.”

• • •

When the bullets started flying, Hank was so stunned that he just stood there, unable to move. He would have been mowed down in seconds, but Ralph tackled him and knocked him to the ground, partially covering Hank with his own body in the process.

Ralph’s actions saved him — if only for the moment. He felt Ralph shudder as a flurry of bullets struck him. Then the firing stopped, as suddenly as it had begun.

Ralph lay there groaning in pain, his body still draped partway over Hank’s own. Hank realized his legs felt wet and warm. He was horrified to see that blood covered his legs. He wasn’t sure if it was Ralph’s blood or his own — not that he was in any pain. Had he been shot and simply hadn’t felt it in these freezing temperatures? Already, the bitter cold seeped up through the ground and into his bones.

All around him, he could hear others in the field moaning. He could also hear the grind of gears and the groan of engines. The German column of tanks and trucks — including some of their own trucks now — was on the move again.

Good. At least now they had a chance to survive if the Germans left.

But the Germans were not finished with their killing field.

Peering from under Ralph’s arm, which was flung over his face, Hank saw a group of SS soldiers standing at the edge of the field near the road, smoking cigarettes. The SS commander was nowhere in sight, but Hank spotted the sergeant with the scar on his cheek. That man tossed away his cigarette, drew a pistol, and walked out into the field, calling, “Hey, you OK?” Two more soldiers followed him, pistols drawn.

Some poor soul made the mistake of answering the SS sergeant. He heard an American voice cry out, “Over here! Over here!” Then came the crack of a pistol, and silence.

It was terrifying to lay there, wondering what was going to happen next. From his vantage point, he could see only a narrow swath of the field, but he dared not move. He heard another pistol shot, then another, as the Germans worked their way through the field.

Hank’s heart pounded harder. To his horror, he realized that his warm breath was creating a cloud of vapor. It wasn’t much, to be sure, but to the eyes of the Nazis walking around the field looking for survivors to shoot, he was sure his breath would look like the smoke from a forest fire.

He sucked in one last breath and held it, praying.

Then Ralph moaned. He was still alive. But he was going to get them both killed.

He heard German voices, coming closer.

“Please, Ralph, I know it hurts, but you’ve got to be quiet,” he whispered. “Please Ralph.”

Ralph moaned again. It was no use. He was too out of it to hear Hank’s warning.

Sure enough, Ralph’s moans had drawn the attention of the SS sergeant with the nasty scar. Hank saw him coming, and shut his eyes. His best hope was to play dead. He forced himself not to breathe and told himself that he had to keep his body limp, no matter what.

He could hear the SS men shouting in English, “Hey Joe! Who needs a doctor?”

A few desperate men called out in response. Moments later, they were silenced forever by a single pistol shot.

He heard the SS sergeant walk up. The man smelled strongly of cigarettes and diesel fumes, with a whiff of alcohol thrown in. To Hank, it was the smell of death.

“Hey Joe. Are you OK?” The sergeant asked. When there was no answer, he kicked Ralph’s foot. Ralph moaned in response. The sergeant shot him. Hank felt the body jerk and then go limp as a rag doll.

Don’t move, don’t move, don’t—

He knew that in spite of himself he had jumped when the sergeant fired into Ralph’s body. How could the SS sergeant not have seen it? The German may have thought it was just from the jolt of the bullet hitting the body above.

“Last chance,” he said, then kicked at Hank’s foot.

Hank heard him work the slide on the pistol, cycling another round into the chamber. He was so frozen with fear that he couldn’t have moved if he wanted to.

“Help me!” one of the wounded GIs called from several yards away.

Hank sensed the sergeant moving in that direction. He had thought holding his breath would be difficult. It was harder telling himself to breathe again.

He heard a gunshot and the soldier who had been crying for help fell silent.

Would the sergeant come back? Hank screwed his eyes shut and started counting to ten. It would be good to live another ten seconds.

He counted to five, heard the Germans moving through the field again, double checking their handiwork.

He got to eight, his heart pounding as he imagined the German standing over him, about to put a bullet in his brain.

Ten. Still alive. He started counting again. Just ten seconds more, God. That’s all I ask. Just ten seconds.

He got to eight again when he heard laughter and the sound of an engine starting. Having finished delivering the coup de grace to the wounded Americans, the SS soldiers drove away.

Still, Hank did not move. He did not open his eyes. What if it was a trick? The cold crept up from the frozen ground. He imagined he could hear the heat leaving the bodies all around him, in the same way that a truck motor ticks as it cools.

The Germans were gone. All around him lay a sea of silent bodies.

Finally, Hank forced himself to his knees. He glanced at Ralph’s dead body. Then he retched again and again, the contents of his stomach spilling across the snow. His vision blurred. And then everything went black.

CHAPTER 7

Hundreds of miles away at Allied headquarters in Paris, Supreme Allied Commander Dwight D. Eisenhower tossed the latest communiqué from the front down on his desk and lit another cigarette.

“It’s just a feint,” Ike said. “The Germans are stirring the pot, but it’s nothing serious. It can’t be. They don’t have enough men to staff a Rotary carnival, let alone an offensive.”

Eisenhower inhaled the smoke deeply. He was up to four packs a day. Not to mention the endless cups of coffee and terrible diet. He was too busy to eat properly. Yet for a man in his mid-fifties he looked quite fit — if one overlooked the fact that he was balding and carried a small potbelly — but it did not take much to imagine him as the West Point football player that he had once been.

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