The Longest Wait

One bullet can change history, but the hours before that moment can break a

human mind. A Soviet sniper lay motionless in Stalingrad ruins for forty-three hours,

frost claiming two fingers. While German officers gathered below. Hunger gnawed.

Exhaustion whispered surrender. But patience is the sniper's religion, and silence their prayer.

Through shattered concrete and falling snow, the crosshairs found their mark. One exhale.

One trigger pull. The enemy commander fell, and an entire battalion retreated in

chaos. War does not care about heroes. It only remembers the ones who

waited in the cold.