Jack of Harts

I once got into a battle of snipers.  I know what you’re thinking.  I don’t act like a sniper.  All the waiting and hiding and sneaking around to get that perfect shot from a hill three klicks away is really just not for me.  Truth is, I wasn’t one of the snipers.  I was a target.  It was a real uncomfortable weekend.  Lucky for me, I had a USMC Scout Sniper on my side.  He won.  Oorah.