The barrel of Anna’s rifle rests on the window sill, her finger lightly touching the trigger. An occasional gust of snow ruffles her brown hair under her helmet. It’s past ear length, against conscript regulations. But on the frontline, the NCOs don’t care. Her tired eye lids become heavier with fatigue.
Frozen, hollowed out buildings littered the landscape; home to rats, wild dogs, and worst of all, Snipers; hidden, in crevices and balconies. Every window, every dark shatter was a potential 'birds nest' for an enemy sniper. It was sneaky, and unsportsmanlike, she thought. Anna remembered what her Sargent said; “All wa