"Target Acquired command, moving into position" I whispered into the radio as I settled into a more comfortable position. My mission is simple yet tedious, I am in this shit hole of a country for one reason, to locate and eliminate General Chion, the command and chief of one of North Vietnams most deadly platoons.
I settle my Remington 700 LTR (Light Tactical Rifle) into a more comfortable position and once again begin my wait. My name is Tim Kenneth; I am half Nez Perce Indian; learned to track when I was six years old, and have been rustling my own food since I was knee high to a grasshopper. I was born and grew up on a large ranch in southern Colorado 25 years ago and am currently over two hundred miles behind North Vietnam's half perceivable lines. I have been in Vietnam for three years the majority of which I have spent as a Sniper.
I had not been here three months before my excellent marksmanship was discovered and I was given the opportunity of a promotion and a position in the United States most well known sniper division. Since then I have had a total of seventy-four confirmed kills thirty-one of which at a range over three hundred yards, giving me the fourth highest number of kills in a single career. I am therefore the natural selection for this particular mission which I embarked on over three weeks ago. I have been locating and searching every known enemy compound for my target since then. This time will be different however; I have confirmed his presence twice already and am waiting for my one shot one kill. Today I am going to kill a man in cold blood.
As I wait I reflect "What type of career had...