Dublin lay enveloped in darkness but for the dim light of the moon that shone through fleecy clouds, casting a pale light as of approaching dawn over the streets and the dark waters of the Liffey.
Guns roar in the distance as the Republican sniper lies on a rooftop. He is a young boy. He desperately wants a cigarette and finally risks showing his position by igniting a match and lighting one. Instantly, a bullet hits the wall near him. He takes two puffs of the cigarette and snuffs it.
He raises himself to look over the parapet, but another bullet whizzes by his head, and he flattens himself against the roof. An old woman with a tattered shawl around her head comes out of a side street to talk with a man in the turret of the armored car.
The sniper wants to shoot at the armored car, but he knows that his bullets will not penetrate its fortified exterior.
The old woman points in the direction of the sniper, who now realizes that she is an informer. When the man inside opens the turret to talk with her, the sniper shoots, and the man slumps over lifeless. The woman hurries toward the side street, but the sniper shoots again.
The old woman shrieks and falls into the gutter. The car speeds away, the man in the turret still slumped there. More shooting is heard, and the sniper knows that it is coming from the roof across the way. He has been hit in his right arm, in which he has lost all feeling.
The sniper takes out his knife and uses it to rip open his shirt. He sees that a bullet has gone into his arm but has not emerged from the other side.
He takes out his field-dressing kit, breaks off the top of the iodine bottle that he pulls from it, and pours the dark liquid into his wound. Then he applies the bandages from his kit, using his teeth to tie the knot.
The sniper knows that he must get off the roof by morning or else the enemy sniper will kill him. He realizes that the sniper on the roof across the way is watching him every minute and will not let him get away.
Taking his rifle, which is useless to him because his wounded arm makes it impossible for him to fire it, he puts his army cap on the muzzle and raises it slightly above the parapet.
A shot rings out and the cap falls to the earth far below.The unnamed "Sniper," in Liam O'Flaherty's short story of the same name, is a participant in the Irish Civil War.
The story takes place in s Dublin (the site of an especially bloody series of. The sniper is not done fighting: he runs at the moment of danger and ingeniously hides among the enemy’s sniper’s body for protection.
When he manages to satisfy his curiosity about the identity of the enemy sniper he suddenly has a revelation that is pure a chance as any: the sniper is his brother. Play a shadowy sniper who assassinates for money. Take on missions and correctly identify your targets before taking them out in this .
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The Sniper is a short story written by Irish writer Liam O'Flaherty, set during the early weeks of the Irish Civil War, during the Battle of Dublin. It is O'Flaherty's first published work of fiction, published in a small London -based socialist weekly The New Leader (12 January )  while the war it .