Sniper's Up!
I looked at my partner. He had his M-14's scope fixed on them. He must've sensed what I was going to say. Without taking his concentration off of them, he simply muttered to me, "Shit, a whole fucking company."
Ever so slowly I raised my rifle to my shoulder and peered out the scope. I watched the sweat glisten and dribble off of the commander's forehead as he suffered in the Vietnamese heat. I hated NVA officers with a passion.
"I'm taking them."
I was as cool as when I shot my first deer. I calmly crosshaired the officer's chest. I took a breath, and squeezed the trigger as I have done thousands of times in the past. He fell on his ass in the middle of the road, causing a puff of dirt to kick up. The report of the shot hit the company as the poor soul continued to drop onto his back. As the loud echo evenesced, I heard my partner say "Hit." He was dead by the time I brought my rifle out of it's recoil and got him back in my scope. His legs were still twitching, however he was dead. His body just didnt realize it yet.
The other gooks were so green that they didnt know to scatter until I drilled one more. "Hit." Even then, they acted more like quail then soldiers. They ran into the thick brush, tumbling and falling. I got another in his side as he tried to get up. "Hit." A few jumped and hid in the proliferated mortar craters, their heads bobbing up from time to time to see if they could locate us. Just like quail. I nailed another one in his stomach. "Hit." At this point the rest of the company had high-tailed it on out of there.
After we got back, we found out that when the same company reorganized, they were only to be hit by another Marine Scout-Sniper team up the road.